I turned my attention back to Kay. Guilt was drawn all over her face.
"I want to talk to you on the front porch," I ordered her, surprising myself. I
never used to speak to Kay like that; but then again, she never did anything like this
to me before!
She nodded, lowering her eyes as she followed me outside.
Right when she shut the front door behind her, I began to talk.
"You told me that you were my girlfriend, Kay?" I hissed angrily. "When I
had amnesia, you made me believe that we were going out?"
She wouldn't look at me. She didn't even answer my question. But I knew the
answer.
I shook my head as all this information settled in.
"How could you do this to me? To Charity? To the love we have for each
other?"
She looked up and was just about to speak when I interrupted her.
"I don't wanna hear it, Kay. Friends don't do this to each other. I don't want
to talk to you right now." With that I stormed back into the house. I needed to talk to
Charity.
"Charity," I called to her. "Guess what? I got my memory back!"
She looked up and said, "congrats," not very enthusiastically.
"You don't understand," I told her, "I remember EVERYTHING. Including
our love. Why did you allow Kay to act like my girlfriend for all this time?"
Now she stood up and gave me a hug. "I'm so happy that you remember the
love we share," she answered sweetly.
"Why did you let Kay pretend to be my girlfriend?" I asked her again. I
really wanted to know.
"Because, Miguel," Charity said, turning her back to me, "I knew that you
were under a lot of stress, and I did not want to add to it by confusing you about who
was your girlfriend."
I put my hand on her shoulder. "Look at me," I told her.
She turned around slowly.
"That was the sweetest thing you could have done for me," I told her. "I love
the way you committed to me like that. But it must have been hard on you."
"It was," Charity said, "I mean I didn't think your amnesia was going to take
three months to recover. But it doesn't matter. You're mine again. Forever."
I gave her a slow, gentle kiss on the lips. We sat there and watched TV for a
while, until it was late and I headed home.
"I want to talk to you on the front porch," I ordered her, surprising myself. I
never used to speak to Kay like that; but then again, she never did anything like this
to me before!
She nodded, lowering her eyes as she followed me outside.
Right when she shut the front door behind her, I began to talk.
"You told me that you were my girlfriend, Kay?" I hissed angrily. "When I
had amnesia, you made me believe that we were going out?"
She wouldn't look at me. She didn't even answer my question. But I knew the
answer.
I shook my head as all this information settled in.
"How could you do this to me? To Charity? To the love we have for each
other?"
She looked up and was just about to speak when I interrupted her.
"I don't wanna hear it, Kay. Friends don't do this to each other. I don't want
to talk to you right now." With that I stormed back into the house. I needed to talk to
Charity.
"Charity," I called to her. "Guess what? I got my memory back!"
She looked up and said, "congrats," not very enthusiastically.
"You don't understand," I told her, "I remember EVERYTHING. Including
our love. Why did you allow Kay to act like my girlfriend for all this time?"
Now she stood up and gave me a hug. "I'm so happy that you remember the
love we share," she answered sweetly.
"Why did you let Kay pretend to be my girlfriend?" I asked her again. I
really wanted to know.
"Because, Miguel," Charity said, turning her back to me, "I knew that you
were under a lot of stress, and I did not want to add to it by confusing you about who
was your girlfriend."
I put my hand on her shoulder. "Look at me," I told her.
She turned around slowly.
"That was the sweetest thing you could have done for me," I told her. "I love
the way you committed to me like that. But it must have been hard on you."
"It was," Charity said, "I mean I didn't think your amnesia was going to take
three months to recover. But it doesn't matter. You're mine again. Forever."
I gave her a slow, gentle kiss on the lips. We sat there and watched TV for a
while, until it was late and I headed home.
