Chapter 62
If only I could tell Omar that I left because I slowly started to feel less attracted to him as I tried to train beside him. The memories we made were mainly in sport—a sport I can't seem to remember much about. It felt like I had two left feet and arms. I had strength but couldn't understand it. I couldn't sleep or eat well. I had to start all over again, making my body believe that I wasn't trying to hurt it. The skills were gone. I missed him, though. I still remembered the small things, like our first day in class, but I was afraid that I'd lose those memories too. My heart said otherwise, though. Regardless of my mind trying to poison me against him, I felt my heart break at those mere thoughts. I wanted him with me, I wanted him close by, I loved him.
