“Memory is the scribe of the soul” -Aristotle
That is definitely true. Because when I have lost mine, so is my soul. But he’s there for me. He helped me make another set of memories with him. But fate is playful, when I learned to love him, the memories drifted back. Now, I can’t love him anymore. Because I was betrothed to someone else.
Will I stay with him? or Continue my life before that incident happened?
BINABASA MO ANG
Stupid Memories (One Shot)
RomanceThis story may encounter grammar problems, misspelled words and wrong punctuations. So readers patience is a must. ✓ Completed ✓ One Shot Story ✓ First Entry ✓ Vote please
