Novel & Cerita Unforgotten Love

“I'm sure you'll be fine. You'll move on with your life. You'll have so much fun with your buddies and you'll learn to forget about me.” “Nah, I doubt that. You’re my first unrequited love. I doubt I'm gonna forget this agonizing pain so easily.” There wasn't anything I could say at this point. He reached for my hand and I let him hold it. “I know you didn't fall in love with me. I know you hold space in your heart just for Joe. I know I'm nothing to you. But would you please not forget me so easily? Maybe in five years. Think of me often till the next five years. And then you can forget me. I think it's gonna console me a lot to know that I stayed in your mind that long.”

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

But now, as he surveyed the wreckage of his shattered heart, he found himself unable to muster the same fervor for retribution. No, she didn't deserve his love or forgiveness. She deserved to be left alone to reckon with the consequences of her actions, to confront the emptiness of her own soul. And so, Zakariah made a solemn vow to himself: he would banish her memory from his life, erasing every trace of her presence until she was nothing more than a distant echo in the corridors of his mind.

I yelled at myself, “You are stronger than this. You will get through this. Just as you have every hurdle life has given you. You will survive this, and you will not forget.” I let myself zone out, stopped fighting for fear of what further injury might occur if I didn’t. I laid there, motionless, but he didn’t seem to notice. I let my mind wander to memories of my life before this pack, brief as it was. I thought of the picnics with my family, training with my family; my father telling me I could do anything, survive anything, with my determination. My mother always encouraged me to be kind and fair, but to never forget and not to let others walk all over me. To be the bigger person and forg

Amara's eyes filled with hope as she took in Martha's words, her expression slowly easing. “But…do you think love is…forgettable?” Martha leaned in taking Amara’s hand in hers, her voice gentle. "No, Amara, I don’t think so. It is deeply ingrained, so deep that it flows in our veins. We do not forget it, we just…ignore it.” “I miss Adrian.” “I don’t think he…loves me.” Martha squeezed Amara's hand, empathy evident in her eyes. “How were we, Martha? As a couple?” Amara's voice trembled with uncertainty as she looked at Martha with hazy eyes.

but he was there for her "Did you remember something?"he couldn't help but ask, can't take the risk that Ali would be away from him, He loved her first, or so what he thought, And yet Parker just swoop in the picture and stole her away from Hugo Sanchez And by his words, Ali couldn't help but get confuse by it, it's as if that she had finally had a slightest clue about her memories but decided to forget about it and think that it was just coincidence 'Adrian Parker has someone else he loved, maybe it was coincidence that Hugo said'

When she fell in love, she was not yet seventeen years old. She was very innocent and did not understand the evils of the world. She saw things with a rosy look... At that time, he was a widower suffering from the departure of his wife and left a baby who was only days old.. Then she fell in love with this child. She became attached to him a lot, to be followed by his father's love.. and she married him despite her mother's opposition at that time because he was much older than her and to bear the responsibility of a child that was not insignificant.. and how right her mother was. Only a few months passed and she discovered the nature of his work.. he is Fabio Giovanni, the head of the Itali

"...Love is odd. It can fill us up and it can leave us empty. Yet, we find ourselves unable to live without it and doing things to secure love in our lives. The man that fears the loss of love may resort to hasty, desperate acts to insure that he is not forgotten. And the woman who finds herself confused by love and frightened by the prospect of loosing her independence may seek understanding through unconventional ways... "...You cannot remake your spouse and force him/her to love you, as much as you may want to. You do not deserve their love; you can only unite with it through patience, kindness, faithfulness and deliverance of your own patient, kind and faithful love. Every person i

Tim didn't visit or meet with me, and I never went to his office again. I returned to the orphanage and took my notebook out of its hiding place to write: "Tim Frost, I love you!"

I then realized he had given his heart to another girl, his true love, many years ago. I watched his wedding video repeatedly and how he looked at her so lovingly, tenderly. He never looked at me in that way. From that moment on, I understood and accepted that Benjamin took me in because he sympathized with me and took up the responsibility. Melanie was his true love. "Ms. Johnson, please get in," said Nick, his voice pulling me back to reality.