The more I thought about her, the more I kept remembering more things about her. I remembered how she pulled me away from the fire, how she saved my life, how she took me to her small apartment, how we were threatened to be killed, when we went to the cabin, when we had to sleep in the cabin and got married.
I remembered the joy I felt in my stomach when I thought of how amazing being with her felt. I could remember how much I had sacrificed to make her happy. I could taste the confusion I felt when my memories started coming back and I was left with no other choice than to remember my horrid past.
I could remember how I started making my terrible mistakes. From going to see my mom after I had gotten my memory back. I was not smart enough, if I was, I would have probably known that the best way to handle something like that was to find out every single thing I could about my mom and my family before going back.
Hell, I didnt even know who was trying to kill me in that crash. But th
