Epilogue
Stella losing her memory was tragic to me as well. Her memory was the foundation of my feelings for her. So nostalgic. So melancholic. So passionate. But not like this. I wanted her to remember all our spent time and how easily she made me feel and open up - in a way nobody else has ever come closing to doing. This time around there's just no way I can do a retelling when there's been no luck regaining those bits and pieces.
I'll be her friend. As I was before. As I probably am meant to be.
Thank you for the memories Stella, even if you don't have the slightest clue that they were ever made.
Thank you.
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Lost And More Importantly, Loved
Short StoryChoices. That is what love is all about. Which misery would you have chose, to have lost or loved? Be it as it may, is fate ever on our side anyway?
