He blinks. He remembers. He knows. His life comes in snippets, but memories of her are stronger. Her scent. The taste of her kiss. How she whispered his name. How her skin glowed in the moonlight. How he loved her. Suddenly his mind was alive; alive with previously forgotten sensations, words, memories.
He rushes out of his quarters and is at her door in seconds. She looks up at him in surprise. He smiles and she smiles back. He says,
"I remember."
She congratulates him but he can see pain in her eyes. Why had he never told her before?