One day, I found her sitting alone under the cherry blossoms.
Just like the first memory I saw.
I hesitated.
Then walked up to her.
"Hey," I said.
She looked up.
"Hi."
Same gentle voice.
Same kind eyes.
Just… no memory of me.
"Can I sit here?"
She nodded.
We sat in silence.
Petals falling around us.
Beautiful.
Painful.
Perfect.
After a while, she smiled.
"I feel like… I've met you before."
My heart stopped.
Maybe…
Maybe something remained.
I smiled back.
"Yeah," I said softly.
"We probably have."
And for the first time since she forgot me…
I wasn't sad.
Because loving her was never a mistake.
Even if I was the only one who remembered.