Dear Love..

Eric’s POV

The smell of flowers was refreshing. Vanessa’s pale skin contrasted with her red hair.

She was indeed beautiful, then and now. Everything about her was elegant and classy.

She was a princess in her world. I kept stealing glances at her even though she was so close.

Our arms nearly touched.

“You don’t need to stare at me like that. I already know I am beautiful,” she remarked jokingly.

I chuckled. “Yeah, I know.”

“Yet, still, I am not the one in your heart,” she said with a smile, pointing at my chest.

I knew the smile was a sad one. I returned the smile. “Yes, indeed.”

“You don’t need to feel guilty.”

“I don’t.”

She chuckled. “You’re still the same,” she laughed softly.

“I didn’t mean that. I do feel bad for not remembering our childhood together.”

“Probably because it wasn’t important. You know, when people lose half their memories, they usually forget the things they regard as unimportant,” she explained.

Her voice was soft and quavering. “I wil