𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 ~𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝙳𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚍

trigger my memories

Sara: Damiano? Is there something you should tell me?

I feel helpless. How should i explain?

The doctors said that maybe one day, by any miracle, her memories could come back. But i didn't want to wait. If only i could know how to trigger her memory back.

Damiano: Sara i have a lot of explaining to do. But it's gonna be really hard to tell you because it's something i haven't talked about a really long time ago. I think you should listen to what i say till i'm finished, and then let your thoughts out.

Sara: Of course amore. I really love you. I didn't know you were hiding something. I'll listen, go ahead.

I gather all my strength and start talking like a book.

Damiano: We met years ago. I saw you at a cafeteria for the first time, not at the ESC. You started showing interest in me and i wanted to meet you. God, we had so many vacations together, we had an apartment we shared. I wanted to propose to you. But you know we were pretty young. You were the person i adored the most. Every detail about you i knew. I was really happy at that time.

It got so hard holding back my tears. I looked at her, i was explaining everything to her. It just seemed so weird. We were soulmates, and she doesn't remember a thing. She takes my hand and holds it tight. I think she can feel how hard this is on me.

Damiano: Yeah, and so one day i got a call from the hospital. You had gotten in a car crash. The doctors didn't expect much of your memory. When you woke up, you recognized your parents, your cousin and Viola. You recognized pretty much everyone, except me. The doctors talked to you and they told you what had happened. You were so sleepy from all of the medicine and painkillers they gave you. When Viola asked you if you knew me, you were like: „No, who is this man?"
I was just shocked at that moment. So i just told you: „Good, because you don't know me. This was just a test to see how many people you can recognize in here. Even though you never met me."
It didn't make any sense. But that's what i told you. Angi, Vio and your parents were confused. But then i just headed out and cried my eyes out. I couldn't handle it. I thought of millions of ways to trigger your memories back but i didn't want to face you again. Because to you, i was just a stranger.

Sara: Wow. I remember having an accident back in the day, but not an lover i admired that much. Oh Damiano.

She starts crying like a waterfall. I remember those tears. Just like back in the days. I hug her so tightly like i always do and did. Now she knows the truth. God, how i love her.

Sara: *sobbing* Give me your phone bello.

She scrolls to the top of my galery. She finds so many pics of us. Us two together enjoying being together. She tells me:

Sara: Oh what i would do to get those memories back.

Damiano: I still believe there's a way. Years ago the doctors told me we can actually „trigger" your memory back. It would take a lot of time though. And it all would come back at once. Maybe it could be a lot to handle.

Sara: Man, if only life was easy.
I guess it doesn't matter if my memories are here or not, i have met you again as the „Sara-less" Damiano, and i have learned to love you like this. Nothing is going to hold me back loving you even more, i swear.

I can't believe i'm here in my car with my girlfriend, explaining her how she forgot about me.

Damiano: Let's go home bella. And finish our deep talk there. I'm relieved i told you. Thomas and I had this talk earlier. He told me to tell you as soon as possible. I guess that's how it happened.

Sara: Come on Damiano, you gotta agree we are total couple goals! We were soooo in love, i forgot you and now we met again. Hello? Goalssss?!

I'm surprised she took it so easy. She turns on the radio to break the silence. Of course Zitti e buoni is playing.
Her singing the lyrics is the cutest thing ever. While driving i carefully take my phone and record her. I want to keep this moment as a memory. Sara with tears in her eyes, but singing Zitti e buoni.

Meanwhile we arrive at my apartment. I start taking old things that belonged to her out of my closet and showing her. She kisses me on my cheek all the time. I miss the long nights we had, endlessly.

I feel her hands coming down to my chest. She pulls me down to the bed. I shove my hand through her so soft, brown hair. Her luscious lips kiss me so softly, just like old times. I take her shirt off and look at her so perfect flat stomach and her rounded, petite cleavage. I start kissing her cheeks and wander down to her belly. She unbuttons my shirt and takes it off so passionately. She feels my warm chest and looks at my tattoos. I can't resist her. She smells so fine. Just like her vanilla perfume she used to wear at our date nights years ago. It remembers me at nights we spent together for hours and hours.

Slowly i enter her. I don't want to hurt her. She looks so gorgeous, i don't want to stop. I like making love to her after a long, messy day. She's so perfect.

I never get tired of listening to her moan every night.

I would see today as a success. I explained her everything i was hiding and it ended well.
Now i just have got to figure out how to propose to her....

to be continued...

ciaooo guys:)
sorry this part came kinda late:/ i had some writers block, this part might not be so well written, im sorry for that.
thank youuu for taking your time and reading my story<3
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