"Who are you?" It was a question he's asked her a thousand times, that's cut her deep a thousand times, a question that never ends. All she ever wants is for him to remember her even if it only lasts a week, a day, or even just thirty minutes-it'll be enough. She won't lose heart. She will answer that question a thousand times, bear the cuts a thousand times; she will deal with this even if it never ends. Because until he can finally remember her other than just as "The woman with the hair clip," she'll smile as usual and keep giving him the same answer: "I'm your wife." *Recommended to read on the phone app. The web browser doesn't space some of the parts the way I want it to, but honestly anyone willing to read this anyways is more than enough for me and I greatly appreciate it.