After Lost Memory, He Went Crazy

On the day of our scheduled divorce, I waited at the civil affairs office for three long hours. He never showed up, but news of his car accident did. The crash had wiped his memory clean. I covered my face and cried, not out of sadness, but from happiness. I didn’t have to divorce him anymore. In the three years we were married, he never truly looked at me. I was the only one who had feelings for him. But on the night he was discharged from the hospital, he came to my bedroom door with a pillow in hand. He asked, looking a bit pitiful, “Honey, aren’t we sleeping together?”