Sam held onto me. I didn't want him to let go. His arms were so comforting and warm. It had been like this almost three days. We had been together the whole time. I had had no ghost to bother me. No distractions. He had been mine and I had been his. It had been complete bliss. But I knew it would not last.
"Melinda, I love you."
"I love you too, Jim."
He fell quite. And I felt my heart skip a beat. He stepped away and gave a sad look. "Melinda I am so sorry. I can tell you are not ready yet. I should have known."
"Sam…I….I can explain. You…Me…Jim…You…Sam…You know what I am so sorry."
"What are you trying to say?"
"What if I told you that you were Jim?"
"Melinda I can't believe I let myself get into this. I have to leave. This is not good for either of us."
"No Sam. I can prove it."
"How"
"All the memories you have that are unexplainable…like the hurt shoulder…they are Jims. I can show the newspaper articles."
"You are officially nuts."
"Please just look at them."
I showed him many articles about Jim. He looked at them with sincerity. His face showed shock with a little bit of memory.
"How could you not have told me before? You let me live as someone else. If I really were him…you would have told me!"
"Would you have believed me? You had not remembered any of it."
HE looked at me one last time and walked out of the room. I could not follow him. I wouldn't know what to say.