I can't help falling in love with you (again) | PeterMJ

What if I don't want to remember? What if there's a reason why I don't remember and it's for the best? Can I easily fall in love again like I once did?

I had a vision again, well rather a dream. It wasn't triggered by a simple hand touch, I just went to bed one night and like the ones I've already had it felt completely real, not fuzzy like dreams normally were. More pictures in the scrapbook were different, it's as if, when I remember something, the world gives me that reassurance that it wasn't just a dream. Peter turns up in the photos as if he was always there. As if he was meant to be there. Whatever happened this wasn't normal amnesia. Pictures wouldn't just change like magic. Magic is weird, I hate it.

The memory was from sophmore year.

"Did Liz get a new top?" Peter had asked Ned as he gushed over a senior girl putting up the banner for the homecoming dance.

I was sat a few seats down, I perked up at their conversation, it was weird how much he was so 'in love' with someone way out of his league.

"No. You've seen that one before. Buy never with that skirt." Ned responded, also seemingly gushing at her. I look behind me, I can kind of see why they were kind of in love with her, I mean she was quite pretty. I go back to looking at the pair, the pining was so obvious.

"We should probably stop staring, before it gets creepy though."

"Too late. You guys are losers." I but in. Yeah they did look pretty creepy staring at a girl like that. I just went back to my book afterwards.

"But, then why do you sit with us?" Ned asked, the pair looked confused. What? Empty table, alone. Well mostly empty.

"Because I don't have any friends." I don't. I mostly just sit to myself, I join clubs, but it's the same thing every time, I don't speak up so I end up sitting at the back either reading, or studying until the hour is over. I don't really find it that easy getting close, I feel like if I keep to myself, it better for me than getting a friend who ends up being one of the worst. Being alone and to myself is how I like it.

"Why not? Just ask someone."

"I don't want to. I like being alone." I respond. Before putting my pile of books into my back and head out of the cafeteria down to the meet-up place for the Decathlon team, I sit against the wall and continue reading. Before long everyone arrived and began discussing things, practicing etc.

Peter had been explaining how he was quitting the team, frankly I believed he was a good asset but hey. "Really? Right before nationals?" Liz questioned.

"He already quit marching band and robotics lab." Silence fell, its not weird that I know that right? They all glanced at me. "I'm not obsessed with him, I'm just very observant."

It went on to taking the exact photo that in front of the scrapbook; at least theres now an explanation for it. Its getting weird now.

Soon 2 weeks pass. Its the afternoon of valentines day. I had texted Peter for a time, and an exact place within the park. It had turned out his number was already saved in my phone, but any old messages had disappeared. It wasn't entirely weird with all these memories returning. But I was hesitant to even get changed, I look at the clothes I had set out just an hour before, still in my Pajamas. More memories had come, almost every other night.