Shan stared into the night, he still could not bring himself to inform me that he wanted us to have a second church wedding, but I had heard him talk about it the previous day with his mother.
I was astounded, speechless, and thought I was dreaming. For once I could not find my voice. Shan had pleaded with me to resume modeling as soon as possible, I merely stared at him dazzled.
Shan became a changed man.
There were so many things he did not recognize, including the contacts in his cell phone, his workers at the office and a few of his clients.
He forgot about Arusi, he forgot about Andre and even the late Wendy. There was nothing about me that he could remember.
Doctor O'Neil said he was going to be on a wheel chair for a while before he could rise to his feet and resume duties.
But it wasn't up to a week after he left the hospital, he began to move his legs with the help of a good therapist whom Arusi brought from the town.
There were things I said to him now, that when I said back then, he would give me a hard slap for it, but he just walked away.
Things became different, I prayed everyday, that his memory shouldn't be recovered.
His temperament changed, his attitude and lifestyle towards things became different and unique.
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We were at Roosevelt, a Waldorf Astoria hotel in Louisiana for a vacation. To me, it was a second honeymoon, but to him, it was the first time he was going on a vacation with his wife.
We were by the beach side, set for a light picnic, offloaded the picnic basket. We had Ham, chicken, corn cheese and some of my favorite biscuits.
His voice was gruffed. "Hi EtiDarling."
He had never called my name that way before. My heart was drumming in my ears. He made me feel so many emotions, I could hardly separate them. I would have been satisfied to lie in his arms and just listen to the sound of his wonderful voice.
I tried to concentrate on the beautiful scenery, but it was difficult with him staring at me so intently.
"When I was a kid, I dreamt that I married a beautiful black woman." Shan had never discussed his childhood with anyone. He took the ham sandwich and leaned back to watch me.
"Is that all you could remember about your childhood?" I asked, whiled I nibbled on a slice of cheese. .
"Yeah." He laughed softly.
It was unnecessary laugh,but this was the new Shan.
He picked up a pastry and took a bite.
"We should start making babies." He had my complete attention now.
I became quiet.
I took a big bite and the apple filling oozed unto my lips. When I reached for the napkin, he took my hand and pulled me to himself.
"Don't you want babies?" he asked softly.
I nodded, "I do, so much." I gasped when he took me across his lap and held me to him. My eyes were wide when he dipped his head, his mouth touching mine. I heard him moan deeply when my tongue ran over his lips, tasting the apple tart.
While we kissed, While we made love, I made a Wish, a wish that Shan never gets back his old memory.
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Dedicated to the woman who lost her life through domestic violence, we should all find our voices and speak out.
®Vicky Bon
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