SYPNOSIS
Being forgotten by your loved one was a hard thing to face in every relationship we‘re in at the moment. You need to work so hard so you could achieve the love you wanted to deserve. Along the way, there will be many challenges ahead waiting for you. Now that he‘s back. It was really hard for her to move forward again. The pain, happiness, and sorrow ness come back every time she looks at him. She doesn‘t know how to improve, adding the pain given by your family. Every day‘s torture for her
Beginning
ARLENE MARIELLA's POV
"Who are you?" a simple question but broke my heart. My whole body went cold, as I watched the man in front of me now.
I feel like my heart has stopped beating, I can't hear anything. That repeated itself in my brain. I can't accept that the person I love has forgotten me already in a blink of an eye.
"Why are you here? I don't even know you," he averted his eyes from me and withdrew his hand I had been holding before. I couldn't speak, because, with just one opening of my mouth, tears would immediately run down my cheeks.
I want to plead before you now, and let me tell you our past. But I still can't, I don't want to force you just to love me again. I want you to feel it and remember it. Then you come back to me and say you love me.
Why does this have to be the fate of the two of us?
Why does it have to be so painful if it's just a simple question?
Why get hurt if you just love?
Why do you have to forget me if your heart is only my flesh?
We've spent two years together, My love.
I kept and sacrifice my own life just to hide our relationship with others.
But why can you easily forget me in that fucking easy way?
I already did all my best for you to remember me,
but it didn't work.
I failed.
My love wasn't enough for you,
Our memories weren't enough.
Everything is not enough.
Three years passed.
I thought I would never see you again,
but this fucking destiny let it happen again.
This time,
you don't know me.
You don't love me anymore.
I already signed off in your life but.
You gave me the guts to enter it again.
I Arlene Mariella Soriano Apostol, signing in for being a pest in your life again. . .
