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"When we went on tour with the boys, I had the time of my life, Zoe. But it's going to be so weird. It wouldn't be the same. I mean, I don't want to sound rude, but I don't want to have to wait for Luke to get to know me again- what if he doesn't like me this time round?!"

"I understand, I'm sure he will like you. He might even remember you tomorrow- or in half an hour, just don't worry about it. Just don't give up with him, okay? And I get what you mean though about it being weird. But it would be amazing to go again..." she replied. I thought about it for a minute before suggesting that we go to their concerts in the UK, but not the rest of the world. "It isn't a bad idea, actually," she said to me, "But it means we'll have to say goodbye again."

"Hm, I guess so."

Luke came into the living room, as I was lying on the sofa, watching 'Friends'. "Hi," he said, softly.

"Hello."

"Can we talk again?" he asked innocently.

I exhaled and turned off the tv, sitting up to face him. "What do you want to talk about?"

"You."

"Right, okay," I sighed.

"Look, I want to remember you. So badly. I don't even know your name, yet we're engaged."

"Stupid, huh?" I laughed half-heartedly.

"It's killing me. This not-knowing you, feels like I'm missing out on too much. I miss you and I don't even know you. I want nothing more than to remember you."

"And I want nothing more than for you to remember me, but it doesn't seem like it's going to happen anytime soon."

"I've seen you change."

"What?" I asked.

"You're slowly going down-hill and it's my fault. It must be really painful for you- you having all these memories of us, you still loving me and yet I don't have any of that."

"Yep, it is killing me, but there's nothing we can do," I told him.

"It's killing me too. I'm doing this to you and I'm sorry."

"You can't help it."

I stared into his eyes, he looked so desperate and unhappy. I could tell he genuinely meant every word. I leaned in, my forehead against his. I tilted slightly, and kissed him. It was the longest and deepest kiss we'd ever had. "I miss you," I said.

"I miss you too."

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