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Tori's POV

Andre spent the next thirty minutes playing songs on the piano and singing them to me. He played some of them over again and I would hum the melody with him. I was able to memorize parts of the songs, like the chorus, but I couldn't memorize much more. There were so many songs and so many melodies and so many lyrics.

After he sang all the songs we basically sang and or wrote together, he looked at me and smiled. "So…what did you think?"

I slowly shook my head. "Oh, my gosh, Andre…you have a serious talent. Those are amazing songs. I love them all."

"Thanks," he said smiling. "But you know…you gave me the idea on about half those songs. Like 'You're the Reason.' If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have been able to write that song. You gave me the right words to work with, which made me be able to turn them into lyrics."

I giggled and shook my head again. "I can't believe it. That song is so beautiful and yet, Trina didn't think it was a real present. Was I really mad at her for that?"

"Oh, yeah," he said slowly. "You were furious with her. Remember how I told you that it was made into a big deal with instruments and dancers?" I nodded. "You sent everyone outside, even though it was raining, so you could talk to Trina alone. I couldn't tell what was going on inside, but I could hear you talking to her. And you were quite angry."

"I can imagine." I said. I looked away and shook my head. "I just wish I could remember it."

"You will." he said and rubbed his hand on my back. I slowly glanced at him. "Just give it a little more time. You'll get there." He leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss. "Trust me. It'll happen."

I smiled at him. "If my memory comes back–"

"When," he said, interrupting me.

"Okay…when it comes back…how will I react to this when you tell me that we've been kissing and stuff?" I asked this nervously. "Did I like you like this before?"

He sighed. "Well, you never said the words, but I think you did. That moment we had before the accident told me that you liked me the same way I liked you. The look in your eyes and the smile on your face told me so."

I smiled. "I hope I did. I don't know if I'll remember these moments with us, but…" I was gonna say something else, but then a brilliant idea came to mind. "I just thought of something, Andre. I could write myself a letter. And when my memory comes back, my mom can tell me to read it. I can talk about what's going on with us, how the wreck happened, some things with my friends, and everything. Maybe it'll give me some understanding about all this." I put my hand on his shoulder. "Because I would hate for my memory to come back and not know that any of this between us happened. You could always tell me about it, but I would probably just look at you like you were crazy." I explained. "But what do you think? You think it's a good idea to write myself a letter?"

"I think it's an excellent idea." he told me. "And if you want, you don't have to tell your mom about it. After you write it, you could just give to me and then I'll give it to you once your memory is back."

"But…if my mom doesn't and you do, wouldn't I have already heard about the wreck?" I asked. "I'll be hearing about it twice."

He shrugged. "You'll hear about it once from your family and then once again from yourself. That way you'll know for sure it's legit. You'll recognize your handwriting."

"Hmm," I said, thinking about that. "That's very true." I slid out of the piano's seat. "Okay, let's go up to my room, so we can write the letter."

"Right behind you," he said, grabbed his crutches, and we went up to the stairs. Andre went very slowly and very carefully. It would have been a disaster if he fell down them and hurt his knee even more. "Stairs are the devil." he muttered once we got to the top.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

It literally took me an hour to write that letter and it wasn't even extremely long. I just explained what happened in the accident and how Andre and I were now dating. I tried not to ramble on; I made it short and sweet. But what really took forever to write it was because Andre was distracting me. I swear, between every other sentence, he would lean over and give me a kiss on the cheek, neck, or lips. I told him to stop a few times, but my voice was always giggly, so it didn't do any good. If he kissed me on the lips, I would just kiss him back and we would sit there kissing for minutes at a time, before I would finally realize I had to finish writing the letter.

Somehow, I finally finished writing the letter. "There." I said. "I finally finished." I looked at Andre. "No thanks to you. You just slowed me down."

He smirked. "Are you complaining?" He tucked some hair behind my ear and then kissed me on the lips. I couldn't help but kiss him back.

I smiled under the kiss and managed to mumble, "No," Golly, if I loved him this much after only knowing him for two weeks, only God knows how much I'd love him if my memory came back.

…..

It was the day before Andre was going to get his surgery. Andre and I didn't visit each other that day, because he was busy getting packing for the hospital stay and also having last minute doctor's appointments. But I called him on the phone before I went to bed. "Good luck on your surgery tomorrow." I told him.

"Thanks, babe." he said. "I hope everything goes well."

"I'm sure it will." I said. "The doctors know what they're doing."

"I hope you're right." he told me. "Well…I hate to hang up so quickly, but my mom wants me to get off the phone and go to bed. It's already 10:30 and I have to be at the hospital by seven."

"What time is your surgery?"

"Eight," he answered. "They just have things they need to do before beginning surgery."

"Okay," I said. "Well, then, I'll let you go so you can get to sleep. I'll visit you later on tomorrow, at a time when I know you'll be out of surgery."

"Alright, can't wait," I could tell by his voice that he was smiling. "Goodnight, Tori. I love you."

I smiled. "I love you, too. And goodnight,"

He giggled. "Bye,"

"Bye," I hung up. I grabbed my charger and plugged in my phone. I got out of bed and went to say goodnight to my parents and Trina and then I got back in bed. It only took a few minutes before I fell asleep. I was so exhausted I couldn't help it.