I found her.

She had no idea who she was, or any memory of her past. All she had was me.

For a year I was her everything, and she was mine. Fun-filled days, and passionate nights—we had it all.

Then one cruel twist of fate erased our entire year together. One second, and it was all gone.

Now she no longer remembers me. My name. My voice. My touch. Nothing. But I remember. I remember everything, and I refuse to let go.

My gut is telling me her past has finally caught up with her. Someone is trying to take her from me, but that won't happen.

I'll do everything I can to keep her. If I have to move heaven and hell to do it, I will.

I won't let her forget. Not now. Not ever.