I was up really early.  There is no use staying in bed today if you can’t even get some sleep.

I am at the apartmentment. At first, I thought you’re just catching up on sleep but you’re not answering after a while.  After a few minutes I decided to get inside to check on you. I don’t want for things to happen once again. You’re clumsy naturally but when something is bothering you, you’re helpless.

The apartment feels different. I don’t want to remember the last time I was here.

I saw the boxes and your sketch pads. And I saw the one thing that turned everything to come to this. You’ve opened the “Pandora box". I went to the bedroom and found the bed empty. Your pillows and blanket are in disarray. You didn’t get to sleep. I saw some new sketch pads on your bedside table. I opened one and was impressed but one sketch caught my eyes. My face in your new sketch pad… Even in your locked up memories, your hand can still remember me…I feel both happy and sad to know that somehow I am still in your system. You’ve never mentioned to me once how you feel about me before and I was too blind to see…I want this to be over and I will do my best to be by your side as you slowly get your memories back. It will be hard, I know but I won’t leave your side even if you’ll spit fire on me.

The shower…The last time I was her