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He links his fingers through mine. “Selfishly, we all want things, but doing what is best for the other person is what love is.”
While I don’t feel very strong, they all seem to think this is a quality I possess, so I may as well act like it.
“Why do I have an engagement ring in my kitchen and who gave it to me?”
I’m here, praying that even if she doesn’t ever remember our past, she’ll fall in love with me again.
We started off as nothing and she became everything. Now, it’s all gone. Every kiss. Every touch. Every fucking memory was erased.
“Every woman I’ve ever loved has forgotten about me. I don’t know where there’s value there.”
“Did she heal you?” Now his eyes meet mine. “She helped me see what I was missing. So, in a way, yes.” “What were you missing?” “Love.”
The things I’ve seen. The sounds and smells are things that will never leave me. That article earned me a Pulitzer, and since then, I haven’t written a single word. What the hell could I write? Nothing will ever measure up.
Oh, Brielle, if it weren’t a risk to the prosecution’s case, I’d tell you everything. I’d fall to my fucking knees, confess everything, and beg you to love me again. I’d cut my heart out of my chest and give it to her if it meant it would give her the memories back.
“Dude, it’s a Rose Canyon award where you were up against the mayor’s son, who drove his ATV into a ditch because he tried to drive it with his helmet on backward. It wasn’t exactly a pool of winners.”
“Don’t close them next time, just turn your head and look at me. I’ll shade you so you can still see.”
No truth because I can’t trust that anything I’m remembering is real. It feels as though I’m living on a broken mirror that’s reflecting distorted and shattered images and cutting me every time I move.
have loved you since before I knew what love was. I have dreamed of you since I knew what dreams were. You are the air I breathe. The beat of my heart. I love you so much that even the idea of losing this is too much for me to think about.”
“They’ll come for you next. Tell them . . . that I’m sorry.”
Who is they? This is bigger than just this one man
