I'll help you remember.

"What if one day I forget you? What will I do?

" "Silly girl, let me help you remember."

I fell in love with a boy.

He told me never to fall in love with him

because he would definitely hurt me deeply.

I smiled. If I fell in love, I couldn't stop.

That late autumn afternoon,

he took my hand and said,

"You've bravely fallen in love with me, so I should be brave for you too."

I held his hand tightly.

I was so afraid that one day I would let go and I wouldn't be able to find him again.

That night, we decided to find a house to live together.

This wasn't sudden; it was during the time I had been secretly in love with him that

our ambiguous relationship had already felt like that of a couple,

only lacking a formal commitment to confirm our relationship. That's it.

So, from the moment he decided to be with me,

I wanted to be with him every single second,

not wanting to miss a single moment

. From the day we moved in together,

I used a Polaroid camera to record every little detail of our lives:

the breakfasts and dinners we ate together,

the videotapes we rented together,

the roads we walked together,

the bed we slept in together. I wanted him to remember

all of this,

even the smallest things. One day at noon, I received a call from him. He was so happy on the other end of the line that he could hardly speak. I vaguely heard him talking about a promotion, a raise, and that he was going to take me out for a big dinner that night. I immediately said, "Honey, I'll cook dinner! Homemade food has a special flavor." "Okay, I'll buy you your favorite red wine on the way home~" After work, I went to the supermarket and bought his favorite food and some chocolate cake ingredients. He said eating sweets can activate the brain , so he always has chocolate on him , and chocolate cake is also his favorite . 　　　　　※ jkforum.net ｜ jkf Czech Forum "I guess it's chocolate cake, right?" The first thing he said as soon as he stepped into the house was this. He rushed to the kitchen. "Honey, do you know, your cake is the most delicious in the world." As he spoke, he wrapped his arms around my waist. "Oh, stop it. The food is on the table. Go eat it, but remember that." "But what can I do? I want to eat you more." Before I could reply , he picked me up and carried me to the room. "Hey, why aren't you eating? It'll get cold." "I'll just microwave it." His eyes were hazy as he spoke, and then his lips gently kissed me . Of course, this wasn't our first time making love, but his tenderness remained unchanged each time. His tongue parted my teeth, and our tongues intertwined. His hands rubbed my nipples, and his mouth moved to my ear, licking my sensitive spots. My ear had already made me wet. "Baby, you want it? Give it to me." He pulled down my pants, first teasing me with his fingers, the wet sounds echoing throughout the room. He took off my trousers and slowly inserted his penis, thrusting in and out, again and again until it reached the bottom. He increased his speed, and with a forceful movement, he flipped me over . I knelt on the bed, enjoying the impact of his love, and I cried out wantonly. Then he withdrew from me, flipped me back to my front, and picked me up, assuming a train bento position . He said he was almost there and would go back for a missionary position. This time, I wanted him to ejaculate all over me, to give me all of his love. I was willing. The next morning, we ate the cake we hadn't finished the night before. He asked me, "Honey, you got up so early to bake a cake and even ate some yourself!" He smiled so brightly , but I cried. He touched my face and told me not to cry. I didn't say a word, left the table , changed my clothes, and went to the hospital. "Dad." I only said one word, but I hugged the man in front of me tightly. He patted my shoulder and told me not to cry, "Look at your eyes, they're all red from crying, like a goldfish." "Dad... this morning he forgot about the cake we ate yesterday, forgot about the cake I baked yesterday..." "Daughter, we have to face it. You promised your father you wouldn't regret loving him, you would take care of him, right?" "Of course, I just didn't expect it to be so fast..." I lowered my head, feeling helpless, but not truly helpless. My father gave me many instructions, mentioning that his hippocampus might be more severely atrophied than the last checkup, and that I should remember to bring him to the hospital sometime. Just as my father was speaking, the hospital announced that he was in a certain ward. I accompanied him there and saw my man lying on the bed. He screamed hysterically, saying his head hurt terribly. I squatted down outside the door , and all I could do was cry. Half a year ago, didn't they say it would take another year for it to worsen? I just wasn't prepared. I just needed to let go, to let go of a man who might forget me at any moment, a man I loved so deeply. A year later, we got married. Every day I would bake him a chocolate cake, even if he would cry while eating it, saying , "I can't even remember who you are. I know you're my wife from the wedding photos , but I can't remember anything. I eat chocolate cake every day, but I don't know why..." I touched his lips with my finger and shook my head.

"That's alright, I'll remember it for you."

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