Paige
Two weeks pass in a flash. Dallas and I spend the days apart. He goes to the gym, sees his agent, and runs other errands related to his football career while I’m at home, drawing cartoon characters to earn a living. We spend the evenings together, watching series while cuddling on the couch or cooking together.
We are happy.
Perhaps too happy?
We never really argue. Not when Dallas knows how to turn everything into a joke. It’s irritating, but at the same, I go tight and hot in all the right places when I see him smile or hear him laugh, so I don’t mind.
Letting back into my life was the best decision I’ve ever made. Happiness is all around, but when I think of the rotten truth that he doesn’t know: that we were together for years before he lost his memories, I feel like the wo
