It had been three years since her accident, and today she was taking another step—a step she once took but had no memory of. Two months after she and Anthony had stopped seeing each other, she fell in love with someone else, and after three years of being in a relationship with him, she was getting married.
She met her soon-to-be husband in a bank. While waiting in line, a tall, handsome man whispered something in her ear. She turned around, giving him a weird look as she said, “You don’t talk to a lady like that, especially one you don’t know.” The guy replied, “Don’t blame me, I’m a Marlian; I have no manners.”
She couldn’t hold back her laughter. She laughed so hard that people in the bank started looking at her, some even chuckling at her infectious joy. If there was one thing she appreciated in men, it was their sense of humor. She loved guys who could make her laugh, and the moment she heard his excuse, “I’m a Marlian,” it suddenly clicked—it was funny rather than rude, as she had initially thought.
From that moment onward, they became friends, and from friends, they blossomed into lovers. Now, they were about to spend the rest of their lives together as husband and wife. There they stood at the altar, looking into each other’s eyes, ready to take the final step to become Mr. and Mrs. You could see the happiness radiating from her; her mother and sister were thrilled, too. They were glad she had found love again, though her sister had been skeptical about the relationship at first, still holding onto the hope that she would remember Anthony.
They had finished reading their vows, and it was the pastor’s turn to officially join them as one. The pastor asked the groom, “Do you, Maxwell Emmanuel, take Rebecca James as your newlywed wife, in peace and harmony, for richer or for poorer, in wealth and in health?” The groom answered with a big smile and a hearty “Yes!”
The pastor then turned to her and asked the same question: “Do you, Rebecca James, take Maxwell Emmanuel as your newlywed husband, in peace and harmony, for richer or for poorer, in wealth and in health?” Maxwell wore an expectant grin; everyone anticipated her response. Even she was ready to say yes. But as she opened her mouth, the words wouldn’t come out. At that moment, she had a flashback of her wedding with Anthony. Everything she had forgotten about him flooded back in a rush, filling her mind in less than thirty seconds.
When she finally spoke, she said, “I remember…” Confusion spread among the guests; the pastor quickly whispered, “You’re meant to say, ‘Yes, I do.’”
But she found her voice again, this time full and clear: “I remember! I remember everything about Anthony.” She turned to her mother and sister, her eyes filled with emotion. “Anthony is my husband; he is the love of my life. I remember! I do!”