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Lovely (53)

What do you say?

When your sitting across from someone you've loved for your entire life yet, you have no idea who he is.

The man sat across from me. His head down.

He cried a lot but seemed to be done.

I felt bad for him. I know it sucks.

Your husband just suffered from a traumatic brain injury and is suffering from amnesia and doesn't remember you.

He played with his ring and I look down on my own.

"How long have we been married?" I ask and he doesn't look up.

"Fourteen years, but you proposed when we were seven." He chuckled.

"So we've been in love for that long?" I ask and he goes silent again.

"My first memory was of you. When we were dumb four year olds and you somehow talked me into eating dirt." He said and I smiled even though I didn't rememeber.

I didn't even remember his name. But I think it would kill him to ask.

"They say your memory might come back gradually, but then it couldn't." He whispers and I nod.

"They want me to take you home, reintroduce you to our normal life. But I dont think I can." He whispers and I look down.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because, I haven't even began to try and figure out how to exsplain to two two year olds that daddy doesn't remember them?" He whispers and my head shoots up.

"We have kids!" I asked stunned and he smiles sadly.

"Yep. Two twin boys." He says only as hard as it is for me. I don't remember.

I try to strain my brain to remember anything about them. Their names, their faces. But I can't.

"I have to get home. Your parents will pick you up in a few hours." He says and I grab my hand.

"Please, can't I just pretend. I want to see my kids." I say and he looks down.

"Henry whats my name?" He asks and I freeze.

He knew I didn't know. It was like he was punishing me with the fact that I didn't.

I just stair at him. I wanted to know. I needed to know.

I just wanted to remember something. Anything.

"Bunny!" I say before realizing I had no idea what I was even saying.

But it seems to shock him.

Before tears feel his gray eyes and I realize it meant something.

At least to him it did.

Maybe it was a nickname I gave him.

"Please I want to go home with you." I tell him and he only wipes his eyes with his sleeves.

"Ok." He says softly and I smile.

*

I say in the car looking at my wallet seeing the photo of him. Smiling and I smile.

He was beautiful. I can't believe I lucked up and Married him.

I proposed when I was seven. I lay claim and got him before my competition could do simple math.

I then looked at my ID. Im only 32. I married him when I was 18. I waited until the very moment it was legal to marry him.

I must of loved him so much.