The Sweetness Of Forgetting Book Novels & Stories

But when it comes to my heart and body I can decide who can come near it from now on. Staring at my friend and her Mate, I give her a reassuring smile even though I feel uncertainty in my heart. I know Grace only wants to see me happy and honestly, I forgot what being happy feels like. I think it is time I find what makes me happy starting by giving up the things that don’t. With my resolve made, I squeeze Grace’s hand, my smile growing wider as I look into her eyes ready to give her my answer. “Yes. No matter what, I am giving up on Riker Wraith for good.”

When I opened my eyes, those memories lingered in my mind. I zoned out for a moment. Those memories somehow helped me to have an enlightenment about my identity. My eyes stung painfully when I remember Ravnal. My heart clenched miserably whenever I see his image in my mind. Tears fell like a heavy rain. I can't... I can't even imagine that he is... gone. I love him... I know... I could feel it. I can't accept the fact that he had left me. If I ever remember the day when he died, I do not want to remember it at all. I do not want to look back on it. I do not want to feel the devastating pain.

The dreamer was quiet. The sea above them calmed down. Mara suddenly felt memories. Not pictures. Feelings. An ancient feeling. In front of aeons. Long before people. When the world was young. Something was broken. Not a war. Not hate. A decision. Someone had decided that pain should disappear. That loss could no longer exist. And at that moment everything was broken apart. Tears ran over Mara's face. “That’s why we are.” The woman smiled. ‘Yes.’ “That’s why memory and forgetting exist.”

If I had, I never would've let him get near Sadie. I was actually confident that Sadie would never forget me. Seven years together wasn't something she could just forget. But it was that very confidence that cost me everything. I thought it'd be like before. All I had to do was wait a few days, and she'd forget again. I wouldn't even have to coax her back. But just that one time, everything changed. If I could turn back time to that day, I'd never have made that bet with my friends. I'd never have said those things I didn't mean.

She wished that he would live peacefully without her. Then she blew out the candle. She cleared out the final traces of her existence in the house. All that was left behind in the house she had spent more than a decade in were three items: a bank card with ten million dollars deposited inside that was meant to repay Cleo’s kindness over the years, a wedding gift meant to wish him a wonderful life with his lover and at last, a letter of farewell. “Uncle Cleo, I give up. I wish you nothing but happiness.”

"If I’m still alive, then it can’t be that bad!” Aunt laughed and said, "Summer, you're going to live a very long life!" The surgery had gone really well. The doctor said I might lose some memories, but I still recognized everyone I had seen so far. Even though I sometimes felt like I had forgotten some things, I did not really want to remember them anyway. In fact, I thought forgetting might make me even happier. Once I was out of danger, I moved to a regular room. With Aunt looking after me, I started feeling better really fast.

So I began to pack my bags, but Sienna texted me halfway, attached with a photo of the car trunk full of champagne roses. [Look, Fiona. Duke still remembers champagne roses—these are my favorite.] [Thank you for grooming such a perfect partner. He's so much more romantic than before.] I didn't reply, and quietly ticked another day off the calendar. - That night, Duke broke his promise again—in fact, he didn't come home over the next few days either. As I solemnly cleared signs that I lived in my house and ticked the days off the calendar, I finally understood—when you were disappointed enough, you wouldn't even want to leave anything for the other person to remember you by.

Yet they never looked in the right direction. Never saw him. Never realized. Ama felt tears form. Because the tragedy wasn't neglect. It was failure. A heartbreaking failure. The Witness whispered: “We forgot that forgetting was possible.” Silence. The sentence echoed across eternity. How do you protect someone from being forgotten… If forgetting has never existed before? How do you search for someone… When the act of losing them erases the memory that they are missing? Aurel's eye widened slightly. The anger Ama expected never came.

In my third year as a blind massage therapist, Henry Young took his employees on a company retreat. By sheer coincidence, he ended up booking me. When he saw me, he remained perfectly composed, so much so that even his breathing did not falter. I served him the same way I treated every other client. Then his phone rang. My hands paused for a moment as my own voice, young and girlish, came through his phone speaker. His employees immediately started teasing him. Henry simply explained in a gentle voice, “My wife recorded that when she was young and didn’t know any better.” Just as he was leaving, Henry suddenly turned around. “Anya Walt, I’ve never forgotten you. “Are you really goi

My social psychology professor gave us a simple assignment: text the words I love you to the family member we were closest to, then record their first reaction. My parents had died seven years earlier in an ambush meant for the DeLuca family. With no one else to text, I sent the message to Roman DeLuca—the youngest Don in New York’s underworld and the man the court had once appointed as my temporary guardian. The typing bubble appeared and disappeared all night. At two in the morning, his answer finally came. [Mara, don’t confuse dependence with love. Whatever exists between us can never cross that line.] The next day, he stripped away every privilege he had ever given me, disconnected our p