Here I was, winning back the boyfriend I never broke up with. When his amnesia wears off, I want his past memories and his present memories to be about me, frankly.
I stand up straight, and walk out of that bathroom that day, my heart a little lighter. I targeted Matt.
"Hey. Um, I know you don't remember our memories, yet, but maybe we can have dinner tonight?" I smile. It was a big leap, but it was a good one.
"Uh- yeah." He flashed his smile at me and wheeled to his seventh hour room.
I couldn't just sit around and let my heart hurt, it was my time to get up and make a move.
***
I get home, unload my bags, do some homework, etc.
"Hey sweetie! You look happy. What is so exciting?" Dad hobbled into the kitchen.
"I asked Mathew to dinner tonight." I chopped up some carrots and put them into the pot.
"Ah, good for you punkin." Dad reached his hand to take a carrot.
"No," I laughed, "if you take a carrot your finger will end up like your prosthetic leg."
As soon as I said that I felt horrible.
"Oh dad I'm so sorry." I set the knife down and looked at him.
"No harm done," he looked down, "it's about time I told you how I lost my leg."
I looked at him and nodded.
"Well. It was 16 years ago, after you were born, you were about two months old. Your mom and I were driving home from a dinner at Red Robins, it was raining. Now back then we had a bad car, it was a Ford... Well we slid, into a semi. Glass shattered and cut into my leg. Your mom..."
"I'm so sorry." I looked down.
"No it's okay, not your fault. Your stew is uh- boiling." He said.
I got up and stirred it.
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Losing The Lost
RomanceMathew is a star quarterback on the high school varsity football team. Straight A senior at Westwood High. Annabelle fell madly in love with him the moment she laid her hazel eyes on his green eyes. When tragedy struck them, they both have to learn...
