Recurring Memories

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Chapter 4: Within the Love Void

Dennis stood with a confused mind as Leslie's arms were warmly wrapped around him. He turned to look at her. "I'm fine. Sorry for being rude earlier." He managed to say.

As he saw her face, he couldn't remember anything about her, but she seemed like a good-looking woman for her years, kind, attentive, and well-meaning.

"That's fine. Let's sleep, or I'll be used to sleeping alone in this spacious bedroom." Leslie's voice was almost breaking due to her sleepiness.

He has no choice but to lay in the bed next to her, feeling his deep embarrassment and confusion. He was unable to fathom why he was here, with this woman who he couldn't remember anything about, yet was forced to share a bed with. He was conscious of her sadness and her attempts to mask it. He could feel her tense body next to him as if she was trying to keep away from him.

He turned to face her, his thoughts racing. He wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know how. He could feel her eyes on him in the darkness, and he was suddenly gripped with fear. He couldn't say anything, and his mind was blank.

She let out a long sigh as if she had been holding her breath. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "I know this must be difficult for you."

He was taken aback. He hadn't expected her to be so understanding. "Thank you," he finally managed to whisper. She smiled weakly in the darkness.

He started to feel drawn to her, and he reached out to touch her face. She didn't remove his hands but instead turn to face him. He felt something stir inside him, a feeling that he could not explain. Their gazes met, he wanted to kiss her, to feel her lips against his. But as he leaned forward to do so, he realized that he could not feel any affection.

He felt a strong connection to this woman, yet he could not feel any physical or emotional response to her. He was filled with confusion and sadness, but he could not shake the feeling that he had known her for a long time. He thought of all the things he had forgotten and felt a warmth in his heart as he leaned in to kiss his wife's neck. He felt familiar with her curves, her soft skin, and her scent, but it was all so distant to him.

As he tried to rationalize what was happening, he felt her hands exploring his body, and her lips touching his. He desperately wanted to respond, but no matter how hard he tried, he felt nothing. The emptiness inside of him was overwhelming, and for a moment, he wanted to pull away and run away from her. But he knew that he couldn't do that. He had to stay, even if it was just for her sake.

He held her close and tried to focus on the moment, letting himself be lost in the sensation of her touch. But he still felt nothing, and he knew that it was because of his condition, which had taken away the memory of who he was and the life they had together. It was all removed from him, just like how their clothes were at that moment.

He wanted to love her, to feel something for her, but the more he tried, the further away those feelings seemed to be. He only felt his heart swell with love as he kissed his wife's neck and caressed her face. 

There was an inexplicable bond that could not be replicated but it was all blurry. He wanted to show her how much he cared and make her feel cherished, yet, he could not remember who she was, but it felt like a distant dream. 

He looked at her and saw the same woman that he had loved and married, yet, he could not remember her. He wanted to feel the same love and affection that he should have felt before, but his heart was empty and he felt lost. He searched for the same tenderness and warmth that he might have had for her before, but all he felt was confusion and sadness. 

Was this the feeling of being with a wife? He looked into her eyes, hoping to find some kind of recognition, but all he saw was her sadness and confusion. He felt her love and devotion to him, but he could not reciprocate it. He felt helpless and frustrated, unable to express the love that he felt for her. 

He held her close and pressed his lips against his wife's neck, letting out a contented sigh. He felt a warmth radiating from her body, a warmth that had been absent for far too long. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment. But as he kissed her, he felt a strange emptiness, a feeling of disconnect. He knew that he should be feeling something more, something deeper, but the emotion just wasn't there. 

He moved his hands over her face, tracing the curves of her cheeks and the line of her jaw. He wanted to feel something, anything, but all he felt was a void. He tried to remember the last time he'd felt this way, but his mind was blank. Was it always like this? 

He felt his heart pounding in his chest as he felt the warmth of her lips against his again. He was overwhelmed by the intense emotion that seemed to be radiating between them. He could feel her hands exploring his body and he felt himself melting into the moment. The feeling of bliss was like nothing as he basked in the afterglow.

He could feel the loving energy radiating from her and he knew that this was just the trigger for a beginning. He didn't know if it was something special.

He let out a heavy sigh and pulled away from his wife, feeling frustrated. He had no memory of their shared histories, no knowledge of what drew them together. He had no idea why he was here, why he felt such a connection to her. 

He looked into her eyes, searching for answers. He wanted to feel something, to be able to express his forgotten love for her. But the only thing he could feel was an overwhelming emptiness. He wanted desperately to remember

The feeling of frustration that was bubbling up inside him was quickly put to rest as he felt her kiss him again. He felt alive and at that moment, he knew that he would never forget this moment for as long as he lived. No matter how much his amnesia affected him, he could feel an unmistakable connection between them.

He allowed himself to get lost in that moment and he felt his heart and soul soar. He knew that this was something special and he wanted nothing more than to explore this connection. He wanted to know more about her and learn what it was.

He felt his heart racing as his and his wife's bodies moved in perfect synchronization. He had never felt this strong of a connection with anyone before, and yet he could not explain it. He felt an intense and powerful bond that he could not quite put into words. He felt like he belonged with her like she was his true soul mate.

It was a strange feeling, considering he had no memory of who she was. Due to his amnesia, he was unable to truly know her and feel the arousal and affection that should come with such a bond. He wanted to feel it, but he just couldn't.

Despite his memory loss, he found himself lost in the moment as her hands roamed over his body. He felt an indescribable connection between them that he could not put into words. Even though he could not feel any affection toward her, he knew that this moment was special, and he never wanted it to end.

As they moved together in perfect harmony, his heart raced, and he felt a connection that he could not explain. He couldn't comprehend the bond between them, but he felt like she was indeed his wife. He felt a sense of safety and protection in her embrace, and he knew that she had a special place in his life.

He tried to focus on the present moment, giving himself the pleasure of their movements, and he listened to her breathing. He allowed himself to enjoy the sensation, though he wished he could remember their past together. He stayed still as he lay next to her, feeling her heart beating and her warmth next to him. He could feel her love, yet he felt a strange emptiness that he could not shake.

Though he could not remember their past, he knew that he loved her deeply. He wanted to understand the connection between them and to feel the emotions that he knew should come with such a bond. He allowed himself to enjoy the moment, trying to savor the feeling of being loved so deeply.

As her body moved in response to his, he closed his eyes and focused on the present. He tried to remember what it felt like to be loved before the accident, before his memory loss. He relished the moment, feeling her skin against his and inhaling her scent. He felt her warmth and her love, and he wished that he could remember their past together.

He couldn't shake the sense of emptiness that he felt, but he knew that he wanted to understand their connection better. She continued to shower him with love and affection, and he allowed himself to get lost in the moment, hoping to recapture the love that he had lost.

But as he lay there, he was also aware of a lingering sense of confusion, of something missing from his memory. He sighed and closed his eyes. He knew that he would eventually have to confront his past, but for now, he wanted to enjoy this moment with his wife.

He opened his eyes and looked at her, feeling a swell of love for her. He reached out and stroked her arm, a silent thank you for being there for him. She smiled and snuggled into him, and suddenly all of his worries faded away. He felt safe and secure in her arms, and it was enough for now.

He tried to focus on his wife's face, to find a hint of what had come before. But the more he tried, the more the memories seemed to slip away from him.

He remembered the warmth of her embrace, the sweetness of her kiss, and the way her body had moved in response to his. But other than that, it was as if he had woken up in the middle of a dream, and couldn't remember what had happened before.