Harry and I had broken up a year ago. He had gotten in an accident and lost his memory, forgetting everything, including me. I tried to jog his memory. I showed him pictures of us but he didn't remember. It was about a month of that. He refused to sleep in the same bed as me because he didn't know who I was. After that month I had had it. He wasn't the Harry I knew. The doctor said his memory was supposed to come back but it just wasn't and I was done.
I told him I was breaking up with him and he seemed okay with it, not knowing who I was, so I left and I hadn't seen him since.
I was now sat in my living room, sorting through all of my boxes. I had just moved into a new house after a year of living with my parents. My hands came across a box stuffed with pictures and momentous.
The first picture I pulled out was me as a little girl on my bike. It was when I first learned how to ride without training wheels. I smiled, and pulled out the next picture. My heart stopped. It was a framed picture of Harry and I in Disney World. We were in front of castle when you first walk in. Our arms were wrapped around each other and we were smiling widely.
My eyes started to tear up with the memories. I pulled out the next picture. It wasn't in a frame. I had never seem this one before. It was a picture of Harry kissing my cheek. My face was a deep shade of red and I was looking down. He must have taken it himself because it was pretty close up and you could see part of his arm holding the camera.
I continued going through photos most were me and my former boyfriend but few were me with friends and family.
My hand ruffled at the bottom of the box, picking up a piece of paper. It was an off white and there was a small drawing of a rose on it. I opened it up seeing familiar handwriting.
"Dear My Love,
I know this is old fashion. No one writes letters anymore, and I know that I could just call you or tell you when I see you tonight, but I have something important to say that hasn't yet been said.
I remember when I first met you. Your hair flowed so nicely down your back and your smile was so bright that night. I'd never seen such a pretty girl.
You are my life. Without you, I'm incomplete. Without you I'm missing my heart. You've been there for me through everything and I hope you feel the same way towards me.
Now speaking of feelings, I have one I would like to share with you. Babe, I am madly and deeply in love with you.
I'm in love with all of your imperfections. I'm in love with your voice. I'm in love with the way you breath. I'm in love with the way you care for me. I'm in love with your beauty.
I am, and will always be, in love with you."
By now, tears were falling down my face. Multiple at a time. I read that last line over and over again. He lied to me. He told me always. But that 'always' had ended. It was over.
I folded back up the sheet of paper and put all those things back into the box. I was not yet ready to let go. I had to hold onto him for a bit longer. I hoped somewhere out there, he had a girlfriend who treated him with the utmost respect and loved him sincerely.
If only that girl was me.
