[Carlos]
I looked at her while we are having our dinner here in the dining. She didn't talk after I told her everything and became quite until now. I wonder what is running in her thoughts. Does she already believing me now or she still keep on denying at herself?
“Don't you love the food?” I asked after sipping in my wine glass, “Don't you know this is the first food we ate in our first dinner before?” I added.
Christmas dropped her utensils. “Why do you have to tell me that?” She asked, looking down at her plate.
“Because I know you are starting to remember,” I answered, “Stop walking away on it and try to remember because that is your life.”
“There is nothing I remember.” She raised her look to me. “Maybe you are right, I am her but it's not me anymore because I can't remember this
