“Cause we had a beautiful, magic love affair. What a sad, beautiful, tragic love affair,” I hear coming from my headphones.
It’s been one week since I’ve talked to Josh. One long week of not much food, not much activity, and a hell of a lot of Taylor Swift.
I’m not sure what I was expecting when I finally spoke to Josh. I knew he had amnesia, but I wasn’t expecting the same exact Josh, my Josh, just without his memories.
My Josh. And I can’t have him.