Romance
My boyfriend, Yves Warren, had a memory disorder. No matter what I told him, he could only hold on to it for half an hour. Once those thirty minutes were up, everything was wiped clean.Then, at a party, he drew a challenge that required him to tell everyone everything he knew about my best friend.Worried he'd be embarrassed, I quickly tried to bail him out with a laugh. "Let him draw another one. He won't remem..."Before I could finish, Yves spoke."Xenia Quade. Twenty-three years old. Five foot five. Weighs ninety-four and a half pounds."Allergic to mangoes. Laughs a lot. Loves the water. Doesn't like sleeping alone at night..."The words rolled off his tongue as if he'd rehearsed them in his head a thousand times.I froze, swallowing the rest of my sentence.One of our friends laughed and teased him. "Look at you. You've gotten way better.""What about your girlfriend? You must know her inside and out by now, right?"My heart gave a jolt. Slowly, I looked up.Yves stared at me, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper."Sarah Cole."That was all he managed.I waited, still hoping he would say something else, but he only gave me an apologetic look and nodded."Sorry. I don't remember."Everyone else was busy praising how much he'd improved.I was the only one who felt exhaustion seep into every part of me.Yves and I had known each other for twenty-three years. We'd been together for seven, and our wedding was next week.Yet he couldn't even get my name right.This time, I wasn't going to correct him.
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