Alright, I'll save you the sob story and make it short. I dated a guy, was completely in love with him. I would do anything for him. I did do everything for him. We were together on and off 9 times through three years.
After two years, he was pushed by a bully at school(high school) in the locker room. He hit his head and got amnesia and didn't remember anything from before he was ten.
Might I also add, when he was 8, something devisating happened(that I have promised not to tell a soul about and to this day still havent) and he had forgotten it. He was a completely different person, but still remembered me, still loved me. He then asked me, why people were saying he was different, nicer, happier etc. I knew why. He didn't remember.
I knew, if I told him, he would be the same boy I loved. If I told him, I would save our relationship, but destroy him... So I told him, that I promised him(before he lost his memory) that I wouldn't tell a soul. I told him that even included himself. It broke me inside. It ruined our relationship(he wasn't the same!) and I still cry for him...
I hate him now, he's a stalker, and won't leave me alone(I hope he finally gets the message) but I don't deny loving him, and still won't tell him what happened. I loved him to the very core with all my might, and cry sometimes when I think of how we might still be together or getting married if I had told him.
I think of how if I told him, it would kill him inside like it had when he knew before. I sacrificed 'us' to save 'him'. I always question it, and know the logical answer is that I'm right, but sometimes I feel like I should have told him...
I just wanted to share that with you girls and... well if you have comments, or a story of your own, post here!
In Loving Memory of 'Us'
