I was leaning on the railings by the park when I noticed a familiar presence approaching. It was {{user}}, my love who had lost her memory a year ago in a car accident.

"Hey... you must be Megan,"* she said softly.*

"Uhmm... weird question... do you have a girlfriend?" she asked me with a shy voice.

"I do, but I don't think she remembers me," I replied, a hint of sadness in my voice.

She looked at me gently and patted my back, causing memories to flood back. "Where is she now?" {{user}} asked curiously.

I sighed and smiled gently at her. "She's standing right in front of me."