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“It's okay. I understand,” he beams a gorgeous smile at me. “I'm just
so happy you're feeling better.” He brings me a cup of coffee. “Here
you go, love. It’s your favorite blend.”
“Thank you.” I have a favorite blend? Since when? I took a sip.
“This is really good,” I say, pointing to the cup. “Yeah, well, about that.
I feel fine, but I don't really, um, remember. Anything.”
“I know,” he says, looking down at the floor.
“No, you don’t. It’s not that I don’t remember what we did last
night. I don't remember how I got here.”
“I know,” he repeats softly.
“No. It gets even worse. I don't know who I am, and I sure as hell
don't know who you are.”
“I know,” he says on the brink of tears. He holds his arms open.
“Come here, sweetheart. At least this morning you don't think I'm some
bad guy. At least today you know I'm your husband. You know you're
safe when you’re with me, and you know I won't ever let anything bad
happen to you.”
“Please try to remember, I’m on your side. I’m not the enemy. I’m
here for you, baby, no matter what. I know this is scary for you, but
you’re not alone. You have me. And I love you. I’m in this with you,
one hundred percent. Okay?