The Day You Forgot Me

Prologue: The last time you knew my name._________

The morning you forgot, the sun grew bright and uninteresting.

I observed you pour coffee into your preferred blue mug, which had a chipped handle from the third anniversary celebration when you dropped it. A song that you didn't recognize but hummed out loud.

Your gaze shifted towards you, and your familiar warm eyes made me feel like I was not at all familiar.

"Good morning, " I said softly.

You blinked. "Oh. Hello. ".

A pause. A heartbeat. A universe collapsing.

"Do I... know you? ".

The air left my lungs.

Part 1: When You Still Remembered.

Chapter 1: The First Kiss.

We met in the rain.

Not a romantic cloud, but rain that sawped in and all over our clothes.'". Your laughter was palpable as you ran for cover under the awning of a small bookstore on Elm Street, but I had slipped and my bag flew off. It was an awkward turn. Dishes, pens, and my incomplete novel manuscript were scattered on the sidewalk.

You didn't hesitate. You slumped to my side, hands tightly over the pages and with your jacket protecting them from rain.

Your voice greeted your answer of "Write up, I write!".

I nodded, suddenly breathless.

You grinned, ‘you know what I’ve always wanted to be is to fall in love with a writer.

Just like that, I was yours.

The Way You Loved Me, Chapter 2.. (

You remembered everything.

I sipped on my coffee, which was black and had two sugars. The injury on my knee that occurred after I fell off my bike at the age of nine. I would bite my lip when I was anxious and rehearse old jazz music in the shower.

You loved in details.

You would leave sticky notes on the bathroom mirror, saying "Don't forget your keys, love," and send me text messages to eat lunch when you were lost in thought. I'd trace my palms and say, "I'm going to memorize you.".

I never doubted you.

Not until the forgetting began.

Part 2: The Fading.

Chapter 3: The Initial Moment You Missed. This chapter covers the topic.

It was a Tuesday.

As you sat with your hands on the grocery list, wondering whether milk was necessary, you were in an awkward position.

"You've written it down, right?" I quipped, gesturing to the scribbled MILK at the top of the page.

You blinked. "Oh. Right. ".

It was strange that we didn't speak at all.

During my sleep, you kept me breathing steadily that night. Something chilly had lodged in my chest.

Chapter 4: The Doctor's Office.

Dr. With a gentle tone, Chen spoke, "Ancestral dementia.".

Words floated around like a death sentence.’ In the.

I felt pain in my hand while you held it tightly. "How much time do you think it will take?".

"It's progressing," she mused. "We don't have a clear idea of how fast it will go.".

I didn't cry. Not then.

While in the car, you gazed at me without any discernible direction. "What if I forget you?" could be your answer?

I ingested the lump in my throat. "I'll keep it in mind.".

Part 3: The Unraveling.

The Good and Bad Days are the themes of Chapter 5.

Some days were just like that.

Upon awakening, you would kiss me on the forehead and say, "Morning, beautiful." You'd make silly jokes and laugh at the same old movies.

But other days—.

You could ask, "Who are we? ", your voice piercing with terror. “What do you have here in my house?”.

"I would pose for our wedding picture, pointing out the smiling individuals and saying my name." Then I'd say it was me. Your wife. ".

You would gaze at the picture and then retort "Oh, boy," but your confusion persisted in your eyes.

The last thing that stood between your heart and your soul.

Oliver was remembered more deeply by you than I am.? P.

His ears would be covered in a screeful expression of his every morning.

At some point, you kicked him.

"Get out!" you shouted. "I don't even recognize you!" You screameth.

Oliver yowled and fled. I observed him trembling beneath the bed.

I cried into his skin that night.’

Part 4: The End.

Chapter 7: The Day You Forgot Me Once Again".

It was a bright and too sterile nursing home.

You stood near the window and pondered over my crossword clue, which I had prepared. "Four letters denoted a fabric made of flax.".

"Linen, " I said automatically.

"You looked up, but your eyes remained blank. Do you think I recognized you?".

And I reached for your hand. "As you said, yes," I replied.

You pulled away. "I'm sorry. I don't remember. ".

Chapter 8: The After.

I still visit.

At times, you refer to me as "nurse" and at one point, ask if I am your sister.

Carrying a copy of the book I found the day we first met, playing old songs and reading from it, I bring along photos.

You don't react.

Sometimes, your fingers flicker like you're attempting to grasp me. What could be happening?

Epilogue: The Love That Remains.

In your old jacket pocket, I found a note last night.

"Please take your medication as soon as possible, L.".

And don't work too late. Love, me. ".

After pressing it against my chest, I momentarily pondered whether something inside me was—it felt like an unknown entity.

I still exist.