He settled next to her. "Yeah, that's what I love about here." he ran his hand through his brown hair. he stared at her, memorizing everything. He wanted to be with her.
*Whoa... Where and the hell had that come from?*
"I just sort of feel bad." she admitted.
"What? Why?" he asked.
"I can't remember you." she shrugged. "Usually you'd think that a woman could remember her own husband."
"It's not your fault." he reassured her. "I'm just happy your alive."
