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Love, Remembered
A deeply personal memoir of a relationship told through pivotal moments—from first date to first fight to road trip detours—exploring how love shapes and breaks us.
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Chapters
52 total- 01Chapter One - The Day We Met
- 02Chapter Two - The Texts Before it Happened
- 03Chapter Three - The First Date
- 04Chapter Four - The Morning After That Night
- 05Chapter Five - The First Fight
- 06Chapter Six - Meeting Her Family
- 07Chapter Seven - The Stupid Shit That Made Us Laugh
- 08Chapter Eight - The First Road Trip
- 09Chapter Nine - The Detour
- 10Chapter Ten - The First Time She Called It Home
- 11Chapter Eleven - A Glimpse of the Life We Built
- 12Chapter Twelve - The Night We Almost Broke
- 13Chapter Thirteen - The Morning After
- 14Chapter Fourteen - The Message That Reached Her
- 15Chapter Fifteen - The Response
- 16Chapter Sixteen - When She Came Back
- 17Chapter Seventeen - The Life We Built
- 18Chapter Eighteen - The Proposal That Wasn't Perfect
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- 19Chapter Nineteen - Our First Apartment Fell Apart
- 20Chapter Twenty - Wedding Plans, Meltdowns, and Magic
- 21Chapter Twenty-One - The Rain on Our Wedding Day
- 22Chapter Twenty-Two - The Vows We Meant
- 23Chapter Twenty-Three - The Reception
- 24Chapter Twenty-Four - The First House with the Crooked Door
- 25Chapter Twenty-Five - Sunday Mornings Forever
- 26Chapter Twenty-Six - Fighting About Paint Colors
- 27Chapter Twenty-Seven - The Pregnancy Test on a Tuesday
- 28Chapter Twenty-Eight - The Trip We Took Anyway
- 29Chapter Twenty-Nine - The First Time I Felt the Kick
- 30Chapter Thirty - Our Kid Looked Just Like Her
- 31Chapter Thirty-One - The Night We Held a Universe
- 32Chapter Thirty-Two - What We Learned in the Nursery
- 33Chapter Thirty-Three - Her as a Mom (and Me Learning to Catch Up)
- 34Chapter Thirty-Four - The Birthday Party with Way Too Much Frosting
- 35Chapter Thirty-Five - King's Island and the Sound of Screaming on the Coaster
- 36Chapter Thirty-Six - Watching Our Kid Become the Best of Us
- 37Chapter Thirty-Seven - The Year That Got Hard Again
- 38Chapter Thirty-Eight - When We Were Too Tired to Be Sweet
- 39Chapter Thirty-Nine - I Forgot Her Favorites Snack and It Broke Her Heart
- 40Chapter Forty - We Learned to Say Sorry Without Shame
- 41Chapter Forty-One - The First Day of School
- 42Chapter Forty-Two - Christmas With the In-Laws
- 43Chapter Forty-Three - The Trip We Took Without the Kids
- 44Chapter Forty-Four - The Spirit of Adventure
- 45Chapter Forty-Five - Why She's Still My Favorite Human
- 46Chapter Forty-Six - What I Told Our Kids About Love
- 47Chapter Forty-Seven - We Grew Old and Still Laughed at Fart Jokes
- 48Chapter Forty-Eight - The First Time She Said "I Love You"
- 49Chapter Forty-Nine - When One of Us Goes First
- 50Chapter Fifty - The Letters We Never Sent
- 51Afterword
- 52Note to the Reader
Edition notes and short pages
Love, Remembered
Love, Remembered
A Love Story
by James Johnson
Dedication
For the ones who felt too much, loved too deep, and never really knew what to do with
it.
For the girl who broke my heart, and the pieces that taught me how to write.
For John Hughes, for teaching us that every moment matters.
For the Midwest, the sunsets, the silence, the chili on spaghetti, the
music, and the ones still hoping love comes back around.
This one’s for you.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
TO BE HONEST, I didn’t think I’d ever write something like this.
But it poured out. So if you’re holding this book, thank you for catching what spilled.
To the ones who broke my heart and the ones who helped me rebuild it, you all left fingerprints in these pages. Whether you meant to or not, you’re here.
To my mom and dad, thank you for letting me feel everything so deeply.
To my sister, you remind me what real love looks like.
To everyone who believed in me when I didn’t know who I was yet, and even more so to the ones who doubted me.
I needed both.
And to the reader, if this book feels like something you’ve lived through, it’s because love doesn’t happen to one person.
It happens to all of us.
Thank you for remembering with me.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
JJ IS JUST a guy from the Midwest who felt a little too much and decided to write it down.
He’s not a relationship expert, a therapist, or a poet.
He’s just someone who remembers what love felt like and figured maybe you did too.
He writes with his whole heart, edits with one eye open, and publishes from the seat of his soul.
When he’s not writing, he’s probably eating cheese, landscaping in Ohio, or trying to figure out how he accidentally wrote six books in a week.
This is one of them.
COPYRIGHT
COPYRIGHT © 2025 JAMES Johnson
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced,
distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means—electronic,
mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise—without the prior
written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations used
in reviews or critical articles.
This is a work of creative nonfiction. Names and details may have been
changed to preserve anonymity.
