Hate That I Love You

4

Leila

I spent my last few days here between resting and taking a bunch of examinations, making sure nothing else could be wrong with my brain. Other than losing eighty percent of my memory, but so far I'm good. I think. I received an abundance amount of roses sent to my room with cards written from a few people whose names sound almost familiar. Wishing for me to get better. Although, there's these pink, red, and white roses that stood out the most, but they don't have a note attached. I thought it was kind of odd.

I've been gazing at my ring in silence for the past thirty minutes. It's so beautiful and it's fits perfectly. Only a real man that truly loves and understands me really knows my size and taste. The main problem is I don't know who he is though. So, how can I marry a man who I know nothing about? The look in his eyes were as if he was truly heartbroken. What was his name again? Dustin? Darrian?

"Leila?" The doctor knocked on my door.

"Come in, Dr. Moretti."

"Hey, sweetheart. How you feeling?" He flashed a comforting smile.

I continued to stare at the shining rock. "Umm okay I guess..."

"Any headaches? Loud noises?"

"None at the moment." I mumbled.

"Something wrong?"

I look up to meet Dr. Moretti's eyes which seem to be incredibly concerned. "It's nothing. I'm sure your very busy and I'm the last person you need to worry about right now."

"Well on the record, it's my job, so I have to. Off the record... you look like you could use a friend."

I toyed with my ring. "I just don't get it. How can I not remember someone who claims I grew up with since we were kids? That's majority of my life and I have absolutely no recollection of him. It makes no sense."

"That's pretty much the down side of having amnesia."

"Is there supposed to be an upside?"

"Right. Wrong choice of words." He comes over to sit  by my legs on the bed. "What I mean is that none of it makes sense. But... depending how bad those memories were, it's probably for the best to not remember them at all."

Hmm. That kind of makes sense. "I don't know. I mean... I remember his parents... just... not everyone else. Ugh. Are you saying I might've had bad memories with my fiancé and that could be the reason why I don't remember?"

"Could be. Maybe if you really loved that person, you'd remember them. Right?"

Oh. "I guess you're right."

"Everything's gonna be okay, Leila. If anything I will leave my contact information with you. If you have any questions feel free to call. Okay?"

I nodded, sending him a gracious smile. "Thank you, Dr. Moretti."

"Call me, Lorenzo."

"Lorenzo." I softly spoke. We both simultaneously looked down and didn't realize our hands were lapped over each other. We respectfully pulled away.

He clears his throat and returns to his normal doctor duty. "Uh, so. Uhm, your mother in law offered to take you home today. Feel free to take as long as you need to... you know..." he bumps into the wall. "Shit." I lightly giggled. "And I'll be back to relieve you. Release you, I mean..... okay." He rushes out of the door.

Well that was... something.

.....

"Thank you, for picking me up, mama."