We spent a week just like that.

Just the two of us, together, drowned in love and drunk on this fluttering feeling.

Well... then again, I wouldn't remember if I had fallen in love before, so I guess he was my first love. (In this memory at least)

I feel content and happy, as we spend so much of our time together in this small little room.

My usual routine is waking up and see a really broad shoulder in front of me. It was reassuring and strangely saddens me every time I encounter it.

I forced my heavy eyelids to open, scared to drift asleep again. Now it's not the time, I scolded my brain.

"Jin-ie, can I ask you a question?"

I said, hoarse from the lack of minerals, but enough for him to hear. While I ran my fingers from his neck down to his flat stomach. Sometimes I wonder how could he didn't feel ticklish at all.

He suddely turn his back, so we are now face to face.

He look contrast to me, who had just waken up. He looked perfect, like those models that are starring in the bed commercial. He smiled and hold my hand in his.

"Ask away, dear"

Then he caresses my cheek and I played with his slender fingers. I smiled under his protective touch. He was uniquely cute in his own way.

I gulped my dry throat, preparing my words carefully.

"How many times have I lost my memories?"

Or maybe not so careful.

I've noticed his face slowly turned into a frown. His eyes shouting terror, but I don't know what exactly the terror is. He stayed silent and motionless.

I hate to see him this way. I don't want to see him hurt and pained like this, but I just couldn't help it.

I'm too curious about it

I'm dying to know more about myself.

My curiosity and egoism is very toxic sometimes.

He finally tore his gaze from mine, and run to our holding hands instead. His lips are slightly trembling, and his eyebrows fall downwards.

"Many times... this is my third time of you forgetting me."

I traced my hand from his adam's apple to his face, and finally landed on his cheek, hoping he would look at my direction.

He did, but I can't help but think that he looks like he want to run away. Even though, he didn't know where to  run.

"Why did you still love me?"

My voice came out as a low whisper, but that's okay since we're only a few centimeters apart from each other.

He press my hands to his cheek, and hugging it to his face, while closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling of my hand.

This reminds me of a cat who begs to be petted by its owner. How could he be so cute?

"Because I don't want to be alone"

And then we stayed just like that.

Hands on each others touch, enjoying every single second of it.

Silence was never this tolerable, as his soft humming drift me to my dreamland.