Amnesia.

It almost sounds like a death sentence. Just in a second, completely out of nowhere... a part of your life is gone. You don't recognize people, you'forget about crucial events of your life... You even forget the time you said "I love you."

That's happened to me. A person that I loved, a person that I held close to my heart... lost a part of her life. And you know what? It sucks. It really fucking sucks, when you enter the hospital room and you see your beloved with broken bones, bruises and cuts on her face. It really sucks when you get a "I'm sorry, but who are you again?" as a response to your love confession.

They told me that it was quick. She was on the phone, totally absorbed in a conversation with her best friend Abby. She haven't heard the sound of screeching tires, she haven't seen a black Mercedes piloted by a drunken college freshman and his friends who decided to celebrate the completion of their midterms with a joy-ride.

She made it out alive. Her injuries were serious, but not life threatening - It was only a matter of a long rehabilitation before she would return to be the cheerful, However, as selfish as this may sound, her injuries were nothing in comparison to my broken and torn apart heart.

In one quick moment the world around me shattered into a milion tiny pieces. She didn't recognize me. At all. She was kind and clearly troubled by this entire thing - Even with amnesia, she did not want to hurt anyone, cause any unpleasantries. That was Kate.

From a loving boyfriend, future husband I became... the expendable. The distraction. It was clear that my presence wasn't helping her and her wellbeing. I had to make a decision. I stepped away. I welcomed the dark embrace of shadows and became nothing more than a cautious observer. I watched from across the street as she attented her rehabilitation sessions, I even dared to follow her from time to time, observing as she slowly was slowly regaining her ability to walk, feeling my heart ripping at her every failure, at every bump she encountered along the way.

I watched. Despite wanting to help, despite wanting to tell her that everything is going to be allright... I only fucking watched. And I felt how this "watching" was slowly killing me from the inside. Each passing day felt like another nail pierced my heart. Days turned to months, making me painfully realize that her memory wasn't coming back. All the wonderful time that we've spend together, the laughs that we shared, the tears that we shed... were going to extinct.

I had to act. Maybe it was desperation. But I needed to do something. I couldn't just simply let her go. It wasn't even a plan, it was... an attempt. A plea.

Don't forget about me. Please.

A single red rose that told an unspoken message: "I Still Love You." A single balloon shaped like a heart. And a note, that with words that she once said, and that stayed with me to this day.

Hearts and Flowers, Philip. This is the ultimate way to make a girl fall in love with you. Open your heart to show how much you care, and gift her flowers as proof of your intentions. Trust me, it works. How do I know that? Well... it worked on me.

I left it on the doorstep of her home, too scared and too anxious to face her directly. I rang the doorbell twice and left. *That's everything that you could do." I thought to myself bitterly, as I was leaving her building.

I didn't know that the neighbour right across her building was watching me. And that thanks to her... things were going to change.

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