Written august 22th, 2020

Posted sept. 4th, 2020

My back was flat on the wall beside the bedroom door.

I had finally regained feeling in my feet. I had wobbly walked to the door. Hopefully, they wouldn't fail me. My legs were toned. I had been athletic before this... what happened to me? And was this a hospital or my home?

I only noticed that his hair was black, and he was taller by almost a head before I hit him with the empty suitcase. I pushed him with his head in one of its sides with a strength u didn't I had. Where did that move come from? Did I fight before I lost my memory?

He was flat on hi stomach. If he wanted to, he could have stood up despite me pinning him down. But he chose not to.

"Dear, it's me. Your husband. I came home from work."

I loosened my grip without thinking. "I am not married." I said.

"yes you are."

I removed my hold on his hands and stood up. "I'm not. I know I'm not." It was a feeling I had in my gut. I knew I wouldn't.

But what did I even know about myself now? Barely nothing. I went on the far end of the room. Slowly, he stood up, and I saw his face. Angular features. Severe features, and deep voice. Also green eyes. Like the man who came earlier?

Are they related? Something in my gut was telling me I could trust him at least a little. I also think I knew him before. The mind forgets. But the heart never does.

Who were we? Certainly not married, right? His face was trying to unlock a memory inside my head. In my bubble for a few seconds struggling to remember, I realized it was fruitless. I couldn't see what it was. Frustrating!

The guy stood up slowly, as if trying to not scare me away.

"it's fine. I won't hurt you. Ever."

I didn't answer. I only stared into his eyes. I tried to find comfort in his tropical-water colored eye