Pieces of You (Missing Pieces, #1)

by N.R. Walker

The doctor nodded. “Justin remembers who he is. But he thinks he lives in Darwin. He believes he’s twenty-five.” He frowned. “Mr Muller, there’s no easy way to say this. He doesn’t know who you are.”

:( nooo

“Doc, since the day I met him, my life’s been about him. That ain’t gonna change any time soon.”

“You. Me. You make me feel calm. I trust you. I dunno why. But I’m calm when you’re here.”

look so happy. And I don’t remember . . . I feel . . . cheated. Like this was taken away from me.” A tear escaped and he wiped it away with the back of his hand and stared at the photo. “All I ever wanted was . . . this.”

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He shot me a look, his eyes wide and a little watery. “I remember this.” I went to him and cupped his face in my hands. “You remember it.” My voice was a whisper. “Baby, you remember.”

“And you know what?” he said. “It’s unfair to me too. I hate that it was taken away from me. Not just my memories, but who I am. Who I was. Who we were, Dallas. I want memories that mean something. I want memories that I can feel.

“It’s you. Oh my God, it’s you.” He burst into tears and put his hand to his mouth. “I remember you. My heart, all this time, oh God . . .”

omg yess thank god!!

And I don’t know you the same as you know me, but my heart does. This is the only memory I can feel.” He looked at me with tears in his eyes. “My heart remembers you.”

the way i’m bawling my eyes out rn <3

the wing dream was comfort and safety. It was love.

And he was my Harley Davidson poster. He was my wings dream, what my heart yearned for. What my heart was trying to show me.