[ WP ] You are an immortal being who has been dating someone 's reincarnations for the past few centuries , hoping that they 'll eventually remember their first memories with you .

The third one does n't fall in love with him. For the first time he is afraid and whisks her away anyway. Two learned to love him before she died a natural death. He offers everything he has, and promises Three her heart's desire. Several lifetimes of accumulated wealth means he can afford nearly anything, but she cries that all she wants is for him to let her go. 
 
 With an anguished cry, he does it, letting the knife fall with her body as her life's blood spurts out through a slit throat. He waits years for number four, hoping she'll be better, but when he finds her she is engaged to another. 
 
 He rids her easily of the fool, but overwhelmed with grief, she joins him. Number five is born sick, and six grows up vain and arrogant and gets killed by another. 
 
 Lucky number seven is most like the original. From a distance he watches her grow from a child who likes laughing and singing into a kindhearted woman. When he decides that they should meet, she greets him warmly, not like two and three and six, and says she recognizes him. 
 
 His heart skips a beat. 
 
 `` Forbes,'' she says excitedly. `` On the list of Top Givers.'' 
 
 He sighs, disappointed, but determined to unlock her old memories. Every date mirrors their past ones -- trips to parks and lakes and foreign, beautiful countries. She is enchanted and grateful, and easily enamored. He is happier than he's ever been. 
 
 Then one day, he finds her crying. 
 
 It is in the bathroom and she is on the floor. When she looks up at him, it is through red-rimmed eyes. Ugly, gut-wrenching sobs rack her body. 
 
 `` I'm never going to be enough for you,'' she tells him, and he joins her on the floor, confused and trying to console her. 
 
 `` Why do you say that? I love you.'' 
 
 `` No you do n't.'' She shakes her head, and turns her whole body away from him. He has to stop himself from thinking about how *she* would never deny his love. *She* would never question it. `` You love *her, * and I'm not her. I'll never be her. I keep trying, but...'' 
 
 He is quiet. 
 
 `` You remember?'' 
 
 `` I'm tired,'' she sobs. `` I'm so tired.'' 
 
 He is shaking. `` You remember?'' he repeats, and clasps both of her hands within his own. His grip tightens until it is vice-like, until she winces with pain and has no choice but to answer his repeated question. 
 
 `` Yes, I remember,'' she gasps, and he lets her go, elated. She slumps down to the ground, and only then does he notice the slickness left behind on his hands. Both of her slit wrists glisten with blood. 
 
 `` But I'm not her. Our soul is tired. It just wants to live out the rest of our lives in peace and move on.'' 
 
 `` Stop looking for her,'' she implores with her last, shuddered out breath. He holds Seven as she dies, and mourns her death for years. 
 
 Then he begins to look for eight, hoping she will get it right.
