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If I was in a terrible accident that wiped my memory clean, would you? Would you remind me of the good, the bad and the ugly? The things in my life that have shaped me into the person that I am now? The things that have given me joy, the things that have scarred me? Would my parents never remind me of what happened? So I could turn into the person that I was meant to be. The person that I was shaping into in my small adolescent life. That girl that wasn’t afraid of anything, that girl who was out spoken and would say anything that was on her mind. That girl who smiled, that girl who laughed, that girl who could do anything. And that girl who said in her mind that she would conquer the world.
What about you my love? Would you remind me? To make sure that I would stay with you, just in case I came back not loving you? Or would you fight for me, remind me of the reasons why I love you anyways? Would you bring me back to you?
Or.
Would you? Would remind me? Would you tell me exactly what happened, how it happened, all the way down to each and every gory detail because you felt you had to? Because it was right or wrong, because I had forgotten half of my life. Would you let me slip back into this comatose state, this barely functioning body that I am constantly trapped in, this body that has been forever stained. Would you? Because it was the truth? Would you because it is now your secret instead of mine?
Would you because of care or necessity?
You would have a different daughter.
You would have a different girlfriend.
Are you happy with who I am now or would you change it in an instance? In a quick second, in a heartbeat, in a blink of an eye….you could. You could change my life forever, but would you?
