More Than Memories

Memories are never forgotten. Or so it¿s said, but she did. She forgot herself, me¿us. She forgot everything. One day I woke up and there was only pain. This pain so fierce that I can¿t overcome it alone. My heart was ripped out of my chest. I¿m surviving, but barely. Not even the physical outlet I seek to purge the torment of remembering the one I can¿t let go helps anymore.In all of his agony, what if the worst of his pain has yet to be expelled? A secret that could have changed everything . . . had he known.Every day that I wake up I¿m in a fog. Before ten years ago I feel like I didn¿t exist. Everything I knew had been erased. Some days I wish I had bad memories because even those would be better than none at all. Instead, I feel like I¿m a character in a storybook, merely acting a role. I don¿t know why, but none of it feels real. That¿s crazy, right? Still, I can¿t shake the feeling that everyone is hiding something from me. Even the man that lies next to me at night feels like a stranger. I just want to feel like I belong in my own skin.Everything in her life feels borrowed, but that¿s a secret better left unspoken.