[Because no matter what he did, the memories weren't there. He knew her, but he'd also forgotten her. What could he possibly say that he knew would be true.
There was nothing. He'd have to simply go on instinct, the way he had since he'd met her. So far, that hadn't seemed to let him down, even when he'd pushed the thoughts aside as impossible.]
I see a young woman who has been through a lot. Who's gone through Hell and come back stronger.
[If only he knew in how many ways that were true.]
I see a woman who does what her heart tells her, regardless of if other people approve.
[He reached out with his free hand, his finger curling around a lock of her hair.]
And I can't stop looking at your hair. It's beautiful, but also more than that. There's...something important about it.
[And that, he knew, sounded absolutely crazy. But somehow, it was still true.
He shook his head, as if it felt fuzzy and heavy.]
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[Because no matter what he did, the memories weren't there. He knew her, but he'd also forgotten her. What could he possibly say that he knew would be true.
There was nothing. He'd have to simply go on instinct, the way he had since he'd met her. So far, that hadn't seemed to let him down, even when he'd pushed the thoughts aside as impossible.]
I see a young woman who has been through a lot. Who's gone through Hell and come back stronger.
[If only he knew in how many ways that were true.]
I see a woman who does what her heart tells her, regardless of if other people approve.
[He reached out with his free hand, his finger curling around a lock of her hair.]
And I can't stop looking at your hair. It's beautiful, but also more than that. There's...something important about it.
[And that, he knew, sounded absolutely crazy. But somehow, it was still true.
He shook his head, as if it felt fuzzy and heavy.]
I'm sorry. That's...
[He trailed off, sounding unsure of himself.]