Page 41 of My Almost Ex

“I like that,” she says.

“We were quite a couple.” I stare at the crystal blue water and the mountains surrounding it, thinking about how much has changed in my life since that day but how this scene looks exactly the same.

“I feel it,” she says in a soft voice.

My gaze shoots to her and I find her rubbing her chest.

“I feel the love.” A tear trickles down her cheek. “I want you to know that. If all of this is for naught, I do love you. It’s one thing I’m certain I do know.”

I nod and swallow the painful lump in my throat.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I wish I could give you the answer you need.”

“Me too.”

For the first time since she arrived in town, I realize that because of her lack of memory, we’re on the same path of discovery—both of us wanting the exact same thing. The problem is achieving it will most likely put a fork on the path—for her to go one way and me the other.

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