Forget me lots (Completed)

Watery boy and Ferny girl ☁️🌿🐝☁️

I read and reread this wonderful message, allowing the butterflies in my stomach to roam free. I've been waiting for what felt like an eternity for this moment to arrive.

My mind travels back to the second all the chapters from our story came rushing in. Sitting on the hospital bed, legs crossed while printed selfies cascaded their way down my lap.

I'll never forget how wrong I was to think I needed to cut him out of my life. How I almost said goodbye to one of the single best things this world has given me—a chance to feel seen by a boy who sends so many jolts down my spine it's a miracle I'm still breathing.

But I am. And so is he. During his absence, Mom told me about his medical condition and how his family consulted her on the course of action. She was the one who recommended the clinic in Switzerland. Looking back at my accident and temporary memory loss feels surreal. Even when my brain couldn't place him in my life, my skin recognised him. When he held my hand, I knew what he meant to me despite not knowing who he was. Now, I get to see him again. All I want to do is wrap my arms around his neck and breathe him in.

It rained last night while I was sleeping, saturating me with the smell of the earth and the water sifting through its core. A constant reminder of our adventures, past and future ones. Our story unfolds, new chapters await.

With trembling fingers, I rush a reply.

My watery boy is back.

He writes back within two minutes—not that I count. Ok, yes I do.