Forget Me Not

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I lost all my memories when I was 17.

This happened after a nasty traffic accident which I barely survived. It was a collision between the bus I was riding and an oncoming out-of-control truck. I suffered some head trauma and was comatosed for several weeks.

I came out of that coma in an entirely different place, with almost no memory of my past. I couldn't even remember who I was. I saw things and people around me, but I didn't know their names.

Over time, my memories gradually came back to me, like pieces of an intricate puzzle. Most, but not all. There remained what felt like a black hole in my mind, where I knew oddly-shaped pieces were still missing.

But as the years went by, I became convinced that it was not only my mind which felt hollow.

My heart, too, seemed to have its own missing piece.