"Amazing!"
Everyone says I'm doing great, even though I can't remember my own family. Today, a girl visited me.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi," I awkwardly replied.
"Uh, Lyla and Steve told me that you have amnesia," she said, I couldn't remember her at all but the sweet smell of her perfume smelled so familiar.
"Yeah," I reached my arm out for a handshake. "Are you, like, a cousin, or something?"
"Wow," tears gushed out her eyes. "I am, well, was your girlfriend."
"What do you mean "was"," I asked.
"We broke up, right before your accident. You broke up with me, actually," her eyes looked almost as sad as the widower's across the hall.
"Well, I, uh, I'm sorry," I said sympathetically.
She never even told me her name. She just sat there for fifteen minutes. For fifteen minutes, we sat there silent. I didn't even really know who she was.
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