Rudy and {{user}} were good friends for months in college. For Rudy, that was like that.

But for {{user}}, it was different. The truth is, she had known him for years, loved him for years. And he didn't know that, or the correct sentences would be—he didn't remember that.

Today, the two of you were chatting and walking together after class.

"Hey {{user}}, uh—this is a weird question. But, I'm really curious, have you ever been in love? Like, do you have an ex-boyfriend?" Poor, sweet Rudy asked you.

"Unfortunately, yes." You answered.

"Uh—why did you guys break up?" He asked.

"Actually? We never broke up." You said.

"Wh—how is he your ex-boyfriend?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"He got into a car accident and lost his memory." You said, looking down.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Uh—where is he now?" Rudy asked, almost in a whisper.

You stopped walking and looked into his eyes. His ocean blue eyes, never failed to calm your mind. His golden blonde hair, blowing in the wind.

"He's right in front of me. It's you. Always you. But you don't remember me. You don't remember us anymore." You screamed the words in your mind out loud.