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I had a series of dream last night and they all had some relation with Kris. Whether they were good or not? It was hard to tell. Lately, I've been having a hard time distinguishing reality from my dreams and quite frankly, it's consuming what's left of my sanity.

I dreamed of us being together, hand in hand, at the Cathedral. He slowly lifted the veil away from my face and smiled the sincerest smile. We exchanged vows, listened to the priest, and finally kissed, sealing our marriage. We grew old together and loved each other for a good forty years. He kissed me and I tried not to cry each time. Because he knew me, but he didn't really know me.

He would kiss me, give me the affection I longed for... but it was different.

Because for those forty years, he had forgotten me. He had no idea who I was.

He loved me, but didn't exactly love me.

It was as if it were forced upon him.

Because he didn't remember me. It was getting harder for him to read and each day was worse than the day before. The only way he knew I was his wife was because he had watched videos of our marriage and was able to read "hello, this is your wife" with a picture and my name right beside it. I knew I couldn't do anything.

No one could.

And I was stupid for wanting anything more from Kris. Because I knew that he could never fulfill what I want from him and that's fine with me. As long as the memories are there still, then I'm satisfied.

I woke up immediately and sighed when I looked up at Kris who was sleeping peacefully right next to me. He stirred in his sleep and slowly woke up. He looked around and then looked at my face.

"Oh" he groaned, "you're already awake?"

I further examined his face and nodded, smiling until I couldn't smile anymore. He remembered me.

"How long have you been awake?" he yawned, tears forming and I quickly wiped them away for him. He smiled.

"I woke up about a minute before you did. Why are you awake sleepy head?" I put my hand on his head and ruffled his disheveled hair, bringing his head close to mine.

"Because I heard you sighing silly head!" he brought his forehead close to mine and gave me eskimo kisses. "Are you tired?"

"Sort of... it's only 4 in the morning. We have to leave for your daily check up in about two hours, how about we go back to sleep?" I asked while slowly brushing my lip over his. His lips were warm and softer than ever.

He yawned again.

"Okay" he smiled as he closed his eyes. I attempted to close mine as well, but he lightly tapped my shoulder.

"Hmm?" I opened one eye and he laughed.

"Give me a kiss before you sleep" he demanded and brought his face close to mine.

And I did as he asked.

It was a slow kiss, long and warm. My empty heart had been revived and given life again. The weeds growing around my ribs had died and shriveled a