I laid in bed watching Tyler sleep, trying so hard to remember him and why he's so important to me. I want to remember why I fell in love with him! How we met! Anything that could help me remember.
I was so wrapped up in my thoughts, I didn't even realise Tyler woke up. "Anything coming back yet?" He asked. I frowned and shook my head. He thought for a minute before climbing out of bed. I sat up and watched him as he walked into the closet and came back out with a medium sized box. I moved to the edge of the bed and he sat beside me. "What is that?" I asked. "Your picture box!" He said. He opened it and pulled out a picture of two little kids, a boy and a girl, maybe about 5 years old or so. "This is you and I when we were little!" He said. "We've known each other that long?" I asked. He nodded. "Here, there's more in here! Look at them while I go make breakfast!" He said handing me the box. He kissed my temple then got up to leave.
I sat further back on the bed and began looking at all of the pictures. There were some of him and I on motorcycles, playing baseball and some of us just being kids. Then there were some of my siblings and I. As I looked at these pictures, I grew frustrated as I couldn't remember any of this! Tears began flowing from my eyes as I read moving to LA with Tyler on the back of one picture and he proposed on the back of another. I dropped the pictures in the box then threw it across the room. I pulled my knees to my chest and buried my face into them and cried.
I felt the bed lower a little beside me and a gentle hand on my back. Not caring who it was, I turned and began crying on their shoulder. The person picked me up and sat me in their lap so now they had their arms wrapped around me and I cried into their neck. "Didn't work huh?" Tyler asked. I shook my head. "It's okay we'll figure it out!" He reassured. "I just want to remember!" I cried. He rubbed my head with his soft hands. "I know baby girl! I know!" He said.