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10th August 2018

"I remember."
In a trembling voice,
I repeat,
"I remember."

The words are music to my ears.

With flowing tears,
I pick up my phone,
and dial the forgotten number.
My numb fingers find the familiar pattern in an instant
as if returning home from a long holiday.

If he picks up,
I know it's true,
and not a fantasy.

It has to be true.

The bell rings,
once,
twice,
thrice,
just before the fourth ring,
the line connects.

"Archer?" I whisper,
my heart hammering inside my chest.

"I was waiting for you.
Tryst."

I sob into the phone,
my breath hitching.
"It's true then."

"Yes."
I can hear the faint sound of crying,
and imagine the ghost of a smile on his face.
"Today is the day you remember."

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