Broken Hearts | Amnesia

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One evening, as he strolled through the vibrant streets, his attention was captivated by a mysterious woman who seemed to materialize out of the shadows.

Intrigued by her presence, he approached her cautiously, unsure of what to expect.

“Excuse me, miss,” he began, his voice tinged with uncertainty, “but have we met before?”

The woman smiled cryptically, her lips curling into a knowing grin. “Perhaps we have, in another lifetime,” she replied.

He felt a sense of bewilderment wash over him, as if he had stumbled into a labyrinth of riddles and secrets. “Another lifetime?” he echoed, his mind spinning with questions.

“Yes, another lifetime,” the woman repeated, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “But for now, let us focus on the present moment.”

She turned to gaze deeply into his eyes, their gazes locked intensely.

“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I — I find myself here, contemplating both paths, when suddenly, you reappear.” She sighed.

He stood there, hands nestled in his pockets, gazing up at her with a childlike innocence. “Are you really going to leave me?”

“Let’s play a game, one of forgetting, erasing every trace of me from your memory, entirely, so that upon our next encounter, you won’t recall me at all.”

“Will we meet again?” he asked eagerly, that unmistakable sensation of love at first sight coursing through him.

And in that fleeting moment, he recalled her, the woman he adored, fading away into the ether. Invisible before his very eyes.

“Will I see you again?” he inquired, reaching out to gently touch her arm. “Do you regret our love?” he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

“Regret takes time, it’s not something that settles in within five minutes; it’s a state of reflection.”

He pressed his hand against his chest, as if trying to contain the ache of his breaking heart. They locked eyes, tears glistening in the shared moment of silent sorrow.

“I need you to begin counting backwards from 100. By the time you reach the mid to low 90s, you’ll have forgotten I ever existed. We’ll find ourselves back here, same day, same time, like we do every year, and we’ll share our love once more. And then, you will forget.”

He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and began to count backwards. Opening his eyes briefly, he glanced to ensure she was still there. And indeed, she was.

And as he shut them once more, it felt like a switch had been flipped, and he forgot.

The one who must remember feels the ache in their heart more profoundly than the one who is blind to the pain.

Where lovemaking meant holding hands, our palms pressed where the fate lines intersected asking once more, “Who are you?”

And I gazed into your eyes and whispered, “I am nothing.”