How to Love You

6

September 27

I finally did it; I faced the demons that have been haunting me in my sleep. I went into your hospital room today, much to my dismay and anxiousness, but I realized I had to resolve this issue at some point, especially since the question about your living whereabouts had not been answered.

The second I stepped in, your head averted from the spunky cartoons you were watching to me, who just gave you an incredibly awkward smile; you kept a steady, extremely cautious, gaze as I shut the door behind me. I swear, the only sound in the room was the goofy cartoon characters and my rapid breath, as I approached you. You didn't have that same gleam of fear in your eyes that you upheld when you first saw me after the accident, but then again, you didn't seem too happy to see me either.

"Hi." I said, maintaining my distance to ensure I didn't frighten you again.

"Hey." You softly replied, tucking a strand of hair behind your ears. I discreetly wish you didn't do that; you must've forgot how much I loved when your hair dangled messily in front of your face. It gave you a vintage, artistic appeal that only you could completely pull off.

"I'm sorry for scaring you the other day." I said, still remaining in the same spot by the door. You looked taken back by my apology, as if a cold blooded monster, like you thought me to be, was incapable of saying sorry.

"It's okay. I'm also sorry for getting upset with you. My mom was telling me how we are actually really close, it just must've slipped my mind or something."

Yeah, our whole relationship also slipped your mind as well, didn't it?

"Yeah, we are pretty close." I half smiled, taking a slow step towards you. The tight scowl expressed on your face remained intact and unchanging, so I cautiously progressed just a bit closer.

"What's your name again? Sorry..." You said, shaking your head in pitiful defeat. This was difficult for me, but I never really thought about what you're going through. Imagine waking up with no recollection of some cherished memories. Imagine what it's like to see someone, who seems to know you, and having no idea what their name is.

"I'm Chase. Chase Carnell." You nodded your head, smiling with that gorgeous face of yours.

"Well, it's nice to meet you again, Chase Carnell." You still had that great sarcastic sense of humor that I fell in love with.

I guess some things could never change; no matter the car accident, memory loss, or any other obstacle that tries to destroy our love.