6 months later, I was changing my mind about fairytales. I was head over heels for Kris and that kind of love turned over my entire world and made me second guesses everything I’ve ever loved or hated. Everyday after work he would pick me up and we would go on a romantic dinner. And on weekends we would spend the whole day together. Life was finally smiling to me and I got everything I ever wanted: my dream job, my perfect house, and the love of my life. He was the one, my friend, my lover, and my dad. Growing up without parents was really hard, and remembering nothing at all about your life with them, or even how they died, is way harder. The doctors said that I went into a shock, that my brain couldn’t process what I witnessed that horrible day, that it erased the whole entire memory, leaving me with nothing to cherish of my beloved parents and my sweet little brother. But when Kris came along, I started to feel that hole in my chest beginning to heal.

I did not, however, tell Kris about my family. The only person who knew about my loss of memory and my inability to remember anything about my family’s death or my life before that day was Tao. It took me years to trust Tao with those information and it only made our friendship stronger since he never judged me or pushed me into talking about it. He knew it was a sensitive subject and he has been nothing but supportive. And for those reasons, I couldn’t imagine telling anyone but him about my tragic story, not even Kris. But that was about to change, since for the first time in the course of our relationship, Kris decided to ask about my past.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and we were in Kris’s penthouse, the one he inherited from his wealthy deceased father, when Kris gave me