Lost In You

Lost In You

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He wakes up in a hospital bed, the weight of lost time pressing down on him. His last memory? Loving his wife. Wanting no one but her. But something feels... off. There's a woman. A stranger. She won't stop looking at him like she knows him. Like she loves him. She whispers his name with a sadness so heavy it drowns him, tells him stories of a life he has no memory of. A love he doesn't remember giving. She begs him to remember. But how can he? His heart belongs to his wife. It always has. Hasn't it? Yet, as time passes, shadows of something forgotten begin to haunt him. A laugh he can't place. A touch that lingers in his dreams. A love that feels real-even when his mind tells him otherwise. But by the time he realizes the truth-it might already be too late. Because some memories can be erased. But some loves never fade.
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I only ever met one man I'd call truly noble. He was a man who was misunderstood and worthy of the world, yet everyone saw him differently. That was until I saw his true colours. The more I caught his eye the more he noticed me. We would pass each other, I would always stare a little longer at his back, wondering his story. People used to move out of the hallways if they saw him approaching whereas people would come and talk to me. He kept to himself, I was never alone, he had no friends, I was friends with everyone, I never saw him talk to anyone I spoke to many. we were polar opposites. At least that's what I thought until that day in the library, that is where I will start this story. Everyone is different, I hate the word "different", I much prefer the word unique. Unique is the only way to describe him. This is not just a story about love, it is about helping two souls who act differently but are the same on the inside, it shows the messy parts that aren't shown in movies, the tragedy, and the comedy but most of all the sizzling romance between two broken people who became one. Who is this story about? Caden James. But this is not just his story, It is ours.

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