You Don't Remember Me But I Remember You Novels & Stories

"It’s me, Becca. You love me. We were together until someone came between us, but I’m here now. I'm back for you." Her words hit me like a physical blow. Love her? That can't be right. My heart recoils at the thought, and a cold sweat breaks out across my skin. I shake my head, trying to clear the fog in my mind. "No," I say firmly, the certainty in my voice surprising even me. "I don’t remember you, and I don't love you. I may have lost my memories, but I know that much."

I really miss him calling me sunshine. Why do I still remember you, Levi? When you already forget me. I erased your memory but forgot to erase mine. I did not erase my memory intentionally. It's just I don't want to forget you. I don't want to forget the joy of love. I want to remember you. Remember what you look like. No matter if it's been a thousand or ten thousand years. Whether you still remember me or not. I'll remember you always. You are my beautiful mistake. That I never want it to fade from my mind and heart. I want to keep you safe in my heart's secret locker. So that I can cherish you all my life. I can't be with you. But I can keep you, your beautiful smile, and all the beautifu

As my friend's wish, I decided to have Allen as my baby. "A few seconds later, the ambulance came and reached the hospital. After completing all the formalities the bodies were handed to Mr.John. On the other hand, treatment was going on for Allen. She crossed the critical stage but she lost her memory. Allen remembered only two words, one is Daddy and other is Mumma. The doctor introduced me as her daddy. Her subconscious mind accepted me as her daddy easily as my face was familiar to her though she forgot everything. Also, she was affected by Xenophobia (fear of strangers) due to that accident shock. She didn't respond to further treatments. I often came to the U.S to see her there was no

seryosong tanong ni Euphie sakaniya. “I don't know how to say it..” at napatitig lang lalo si Jade sakaniya. “Pero parang matagal na nga talaga kitang kilala..” “Huh? Sa paanong paraan?” at napakunot na ang noo niya sa sobrang pagkalito. “I can't explain it either. Pero..” “Pero ano..” “I somehow remember everything about you..”

I was caught in the heavy rain so I just stayed standing there on the side. Wondering what I would do until she appeared in front of me. How can she manage to do that? "Can you please just, please just make me remember you," I said with difficulty. “Please, let me remember you. I know, I can feel that you’ve been part of me before I just don’t know why I can’t remember it. Please, give me back my memories of you. ” Cassy looked at me for a moment until she shifted her gaze in front of us. She did not answer my question.

Now I'm in a place where I will be reminded of who I was every single day. ~~~ don't forget to add to your library! ✿

When he figured out what I was thinking, he tapped me lightly on the head with his finger, muttering something about me being a blockhead. The night before the wedding, my phone suddenly rang. It was Jason. He sounded drunk, his voice slurred with intoxication. "Baby, I'm dizzy, come pick me up." The familiar, entitled intimacy in his tone stirred up memories of everything we once shared. Suppressing the small ache in my chest, I replied calmly, "You've got the wrong person. You should be asking Marcella to pick you up." There was a pause on the other end. Then, in the background, I heard voices.

But that face has nothing to do with the one I feel now. — No, I say softly. I don’t remember. Her laughter fades. A pause. — Are you joking? — No. — That’s… strange. You were there, though. She searches my voice for a sign, a glimmer of memory, but there’s nothing. Just a blank space. I lower my eyes to my cup, watching the black coffee tremble slightly under the light. — Maybe it will come back, I say. She smiles, but that smile doesn’t believe it.

Now she didn’t even know she was mine. Mom αnd Dad walked up quietly behind me. Mom’s eyes were red‚ Dad’s face pale αnd tight. “What did he say?” Dad αsked. I didn’t αnswer right αway. I couldn’t. I just shook my head‚ still watching her. “She doesn’t remember‚” Mom whispered when she realized‚ her voice breaking. I clenched my fists‚ my voice low. “She remembers me‚” I said‚ “just not us.” Mom touched my αrm gently‚ but I barely felt it. I was too busy trying to memorize every little thing αbout her through that glass‚ the way she tilted her head when she talked‚ the way her fingers fidgeted with the blanket.

The one they sang was a bittersweet favourite of mine: Do not remember me with sorrow in your heart Sometimes people who love each other must part But still, I’ll remain with you, alive in your memory I’ll live in your mind, in the place where you feel free Though there are tears in your eyes, please still wear a smile For this distance is only temporary, only for a while One day in the future, you’ll see me once again So don’t cry my darling, my love, my friend At the end of your white light, I’ll be waiting at the gate