„You remind me of someone I used to know.”

He squeezed my hand.

Tilting his head in my direction with a smile.

“You too.”

I squeezed back.

It was weird, but the good kind of weird.

Where you want more of something.

I felt like that.

“Tell me about him.”

He stopped.

Did he really want to know?

Why?

I don't even know it myself.

Despite not being able to remember, I tried.

I looked into my heart.

I saw locks and closed doors.

Labyrinths and dead ends.

I ran around, picking up rocks and sticks.

And I found something.

I blinked.

I opened my mouth.

I breathed in.

I squeezed his hand.

And began.