When he says yes I nod, thoughtful.

"I think I remember that." I feel like something else slots into place, and I sit up straighter. I remember... I remember a part of me that smiled slyly at him and pulled him down in a field. When was that? "I remember..." I shake my head. "I don't know. Except that I know you better than anyone else does. That you... let me inside you. Not just in a sex way. In here," and I touch his temple. "I don't know how. I know you love me. I know I... want to be with you." I sip my milkshake. "Do you remember a lot? About me."