at 1.45 am

she woke up confused; lay there, not knowing where she was or what she was doing.

who am i?

an emotion she did not recognize flooded her core; she felt cold, so cold, on the inside. instinctively, she rolled over onto her side and curled up into a ball.

it was then that she saw him.

he was just siting by her bed. she did not know who he was, or what he was doing there; all she knew was his smile.

"how are you feeling?"

"okay, i guess."

she felt strangely at peace as she watched his face light up, felt the warmth of the smile that widened across it, felt safe knowing he was there.

it made her wonder.

"who are you?"

the look on his face following these words almost made her cry. they stared at each other for an eternity.

"you don't remember me at all, do you."

softly said; a statement, not a question.

the sorrow she felt then was so thick she felt she could not breathe. tears streamed down her face as she realized the enormity of what she had lost; a tear for every memory she could not recall.

but a warm hand found hers, and held on until the tears dried up.

"don't cry over the memories you've lost," he said.

"we can always make new ones."