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

“Did I?” “Yea, you just bumped into me, remember?”

“I’m so sorry for your loss. I understand what you feel completely.” “Thank you.” “Does it ever get any better?” He asked. “People say that time heals all wounds. Is it true?” “The wounds never really heal. And in the small chance that they do, there will always be a scar. Losing someone is like losing a part of yourself that you can never take back.” What the fuck am I saying? I was supposed to make him feel better, not make him feel worse. But I can’t lie to him. Even after ten years, I miss my parents dearly. Her death did not make things easier for me as well. It’s like the pain just keeps on adding up until I explode. “Sometimes you think that you’ve moved on, only to realize that you h

Yeah yeah. No need to remind me.

I didn't bring my car; I just commuted, and one of my closest friends picked me up at the bus stop. As I hopped into Charlie's car, I replied, "I'm sorry man, something suddenly came to my mind. He started the engine as soon as I got inside. "Jericko, do you still have your ex-girlfriend on your mind? " he asked. “No. I simply said, "I've moved on to her already.” "You know what, man, try to put your life first and try to forget about her, even though it's hard. Spend some time alone.”

"And I love you madly, you can't imagine how much.” "Me to love you.” I looked at her in disbelief. "How do you love me? If you don't remember me” I asked surprised. “I don't remember you, but I see you and I feel how my body stands on end, I don't remember you, but I dreamed of you; I don't remember you, but I don't want you to ever leave my side.” I heard her say that and I couldn't help but hug her; I hugged her so tight that I didn't want to let go.

Did I finally find the place where I came from? "I'm sorry but I don't know you. I also don't remember you," I honestly confessed to them. I tries to remember them but no matter how I try I couldn't remember them. Forcing my brain to remember them makes my head hurt. I hold my head because it's painful.

He asks with genuine concern. “No it’s not you, it’s me. I don’t exactly have experience in this area and I seem to ramble when I’m around you. I don’t want to end up saying something crazy like I think you’re beautiful and I want you to come back to that beautiful house of yours and do things to me that I’ve only imagined or that I want to see if your lips are as soft as they look and oh my god please stop it Addyson! I’m sorry, I -“

"What do you mean you remembered my name?" "I forgot it... and I couldn't remember it. I tried, I tried, but I couldn't. Then I wanted to just let it go, feeling it was no use remembering. But then you called my name and told me that I was your happy place like you did before, and I remembered and.."

Even if I have to run miles for you to remember everything--- Everything for you, Dreanna.

Cleaning up the broken mirror and making myself look pretty again for him, because he doesn't like when I looked bad. I know what he did was to show me, remind me that he loves me. If he didn't care then he wouldn't react the way he did. Blake comes in to the room and says "you know Ana, I just want you to be the best version of yourself, that's why sometimes I have to do what you make me do. I love you but you need an adjustment", I silently agree nodding my head, that was his apology or what I justified as one, he shouldn't have to tell me twice.