Some Things Are Best Left Forgotten Novels & Stories

I did not know why she was asking something like this, what past she wanted to forget that was disquieting her. I knew her for a year, but I didn’t see anything seriously worrisome in her life. For a certain feeling, I knew she wasn’t talking about McCoy’s; it was something else that she wanted to forget and was on a mission to forget. “No.” I cleared my throat. “But with time one can leave their past; however, the past doesn’t leave us. It’s a part of our life. If that departs us, then what do we have in this life? You can delete memories from your mind and start a new morning, but you can’t truly get away from something that was a part of your life.”

How to just end everything as if it meant nothing in the first place? How people do it? Leave one and go into another as if it meant nothing as if everything inside wasn't calling to be with them. How do they move on? How do you forget someone who was the only person you ever loved in your entire life? How to just pass it over?

Do not blame yourself for anything, remember everything happens for a reason. Do not allow yourself to wallow in self-pity, remember what a strong pillar you are for those who care about you. Do not let past mistakes ruin the beauty of life, remember you are human. Do not let the shadow of the past block the sweetness and rays of sunlight of the future. You have to take the good with the bad, love what you have got, always forgive and try to forget but never REGRET. Lastly, do not forget to be happy and strong as a mountain.

Forget everything else. 'You can use fists to hit one person, but if many people say hurtful things, you can’t fight them all. The past has hurt enough. It shouldn’t be allowed to grow into a bigger burden in his heart.' "Forget? Can I really?" Tristan's eyes turned red. His mother’s repeated mistakes and her suicide were images he could never erase from his memory.

“Ana, I don't understand why you left leaving your mother and me what did I do?— Stop being sly, ask your secretary she knows more than I'm going to be fine!” Ana, turned off her cell phone promising that she would never go back on her decision she had character which Brian never should. Insisting on something that never works out is like putting on a shoe that doesn't fit you anymore. It hurts, it causes blisters, sometimes it even bleeds. Then you realize that it's best to go barefoot. Let your heart be completely free while you live. Leave your feet free while you grow. Because when we grow, the number changes. And what you insisted on wearing will no longer fit you. Sometimes in life you

I was terrified of ceasing to exist and not being able to visit the beach or eat my favorite dessert or play tea party with my dolls. As I grew older, death wasn't the most terrifying thing anymore. It was the way people forget the dead and move on with their lives. "You have to be happy and move on sweetie." I remember my mom once saying to a friend of hers who lost her husband to cancer. She took the advice, remarried and was happy. Why? I kept asking myself. Why is it this way? Time went by and life taught me there wasn't any other way to go about it. They're not completely forgotten, but life has to go on. And that's when I decided. I decided to live my best life and do whatever I wanted

I commented jokingly but he just smirks at me. "Who knows?" He responded to my joke but I didn't put malice about it. I closed my eyes trying to remember all the happy memories of my life. 'You're strong Memo, you can overcome everything you are going through right now.' I said to myself and let out a deep sigh. As I let out a sigh, I let go of the bad and good things Leo and I went through when we were together, I had to free myself from our memories if I wanted to forget him. I don't want our memories to haunt me forever.

“And what do we do with all the rules? All the laws? All the things we have taught our children for hundreds of years?” “You keep what is good,” I said. “You keep kindness. You keep care. You keep duty. You keep the memory of what happened so you never repeat the mistakes. But you let go of what limits. What binds. What makes people small. You do not have to burn your history. You only have to stop letting it rule your future.”

“That still doesn’t explain why you think you aren’t wanted or that you aren’t a leader.” “We were always free to go, and some did. When people left and never returned, we didn’t talk about them anymore. It’s like they didn’t exist. It was just an unspoken rule. Knowing that you are easily forgotten or replaced and seeing daily reminders as proof does something to you.” He’s staring out into the forest, eyes unfocused. I know this look, the wall you put up to keep people from hurting you more than your broken soul can take.

he said "Thank you, it's so beautiful" I said "It's great that you liked it" he said I smiled at him and looked at the bracelet , it's so beautiful I don't want to take this off. He acted like the old Sylvester now and it gives me hope that he'll remember me anytime soon I just need to wait but not that long cause 2 months is approaching I need to do something that will make him remember me.