I woke early and prepare our breakfast and prepare the things we need later cause I'm planning to bring him to a very special place of me and him. I did not inform him that were going somewhere I'm just gonna tell him later when he woke up
"Good morning" I greet him when I saw him entering the dining room
"Good morning too" he greet me back while smiling
"Come on let's eat cause later we're going to a very special place" i said and put some food in his plate
"Special place?" He ask out of curiosity
"Yes, a very special place" I answered with a smile
He just nooded and started eating
After eating, we prepare ourselves and we get going to where I want to take him.
After a long drive we finally arrived. I get out in the car and look around to the place. Nothing change here after all it's been a years since i visited here.
"Let's go" I said and grab him
We head to the center of the place, it's a very beautiful garden, butterfly and flowers are everywhere and it has a pond at the left side and the bench on the right side. I smiled as I remember what happened here years ago.
"This place is very memorable and special to me because this place where I said YES when you propose to me years ago. We filled this place of our sweet memories together.You trick me that you have something important to tell me but to my surprised your going to propose, I'm so glad and can't help not to cry. Your so happy when i said YES then" I said while look into his eyes.
He just keep quite like he remember something that I didn't know
"I take you here to remind you that this place where we promise each other that whatever happened to both of us we will stay to each others side till death." I smiled again.
"Thank You" he said
"For what?" I answered with a smile
"For staying by my side even though I can't remember you" he said
"You don't need to say thank you cause it's my responsibility to take care of you and to help you to remember and that's what we promise each other" I said
I was shocked. He Hug me? But then In a second I remember how much I miss him
"I miss you" my tears fall and my heart tightened as I say those words
"I will remember everything soon" he said while hugging me
After walking around we rest first and find a restaurant, there's a restaurant near here so we went there and eat.
After eating, we head to some place and enjoy ourselves. I want to spend more time with him so that it's easy for him to remember. Words can't say enough how much happy I am to be with him like this even in such situation.
I also notice him to smile, i didn't notice some awkward situation from him maybe I used to it. I wish time will stop Here so that i can be with him.
"Are you okay" he ask i guess he noticed that i was thinking something
"Yes, I'm fine. let's just enjoy ourselves for a while" i said
"Are you sure? Your not yet tired?" He ask with a worry tone
I just smiled at him. I'm not tired if he is the one i take care off, I'm not tired until my heart said so
"No,I'm not tired if I'm with you cause you are my strength, you make me strong when i am weak so don't worry I'm fine, let's enjoy ourselves for the rest of the time" i said
He hug me again.
"I want to remember who you really are so that I won't see you again like this" he said
I smiled at what he said.
I don't know what happened after this, I dunno if he will remember me in a time he gave me and I don't know what's gotten into him to act like this, I'm confused if he really want to remember or just leave me like what he said.
Sometimes, he's Action makes me confused.
I raise my hand and hold his face, I can't imagine that this handsome man was once mine, once mine because for now I don't know of what really he felt about me.
I smiled at him and he smiled back at me then he hugged me.I felt like I'm in a heaven when he hug me like this.
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