My Irreplaceable Person

“So…what kinds of memories of mine did you see?” I inquired.

“I guess, I saw the ones that you wanted me to see,” he replied after a moment of thought.

“What does that even mean?” I asked as I frowned at him.

I had no idea what he meant. If I didn’t even know that he could see my memories, then could I have possibly selected the ones that I wanted him to see. Even now that I thought about it, I had no idea which memories I wanted him to see. If I could choose, then the decision would be really simple. I didn’t want him to see any of my memories at all. I wondered how memories are perceived when seen by someone else other than me.

Did the prince see my memories the way I saw them?

I wondered if he could feel the emotions that I felt at that moment when he saw my memories. Perhaps, what he saw was something similar to what I saw when I got a peek in on that one particular memory of his.

Did I see that memory because he wanted me to see it? Why?

“At first, I wasn’t quite sure what