Another week passes.
I go to work.
Bella keeps Masie.
I want her to remember her life.
Our life.
Me.
But I'm starting to see.
Maybe her memory isn't the problem.
What if it's me?
Waiting.
Wanting.
Expecting.
The original Bella.
What if that never happens?
Do I give up and move on?
Fuck no, I don't.
An idea sparks.
No more waiting.
It's time to be proactive.
As much as it hurts, I need to move past old Bella.
And focus on this Bella.
She fell in love with me once.
Maybe it can happen again.
If I'm lucky.
Thank fuck I loaded this earlier!