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

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.."

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.

Here's to the ones that we got Cheers to the wish you were here but you're not 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories Of everything we've been through His hands moved to the aux cord connecting his phone to his car to unplug but hesitated to discern the lyrics. Toast to the ones here today Toast to the ones that we lost on the way 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories And the memories bring back, memories bring back you "Vroom...." Turning to park at his very own reserved spot, the engine gave a dying sound.

If you have nothing else to say anymore, shut the fuck up. "He doesn't remember you by the way." She suddenly utters in the air and her words make me stop in my tracks. "He remembers nothing about you."

“How… how do you know me?” I chose my words carefully, feeling the weight of the moment. “You don’t remember me fully yet. That’s okay. I’ll help you piece it together. No one will make you do anything you don’t want to.” Her brow furrowed, and a flicker of fear crossed her features. “Why… why can’t I remember?”

This is his daily ritual but its only since recently that he managed to get brave enough to actually looked at himself. “What woman would want me looking like this?” he questions his slightly distorted reflection. “She would accept you.” The words unexpectedly tumbled from his lips. He has the sudden instinct his heart beat matches the heart beat of this unknown woman who keeps echoing in his clouded memory. “Why can’t I remember your face? Or is this just me being foolish…” The mirror as no answers just more questions. “I am Aaron Casey. I will remember…somehow…”