I remember tears streaming down your face
When I said, I'll never let you go
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said, Don't leave me here alone
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight

How could I have been so stupid? How could I have been so dumb? How could I forget? I lay slumped in the hallway. Tears fell down my pale face from my bright blue eyes. He knocked on the door and came in. His perfect lips formed an 'O' shape as he saw my state. His arms wrapped around me instantly and he whispered in my long blonde hair "I'm never going to let you go. I promise it's going to be okay." I held my hand open to show the pin that had triggered the memory.
"It's starting all over again," I cried.
"We've got this far, we can get through anything," He said encouragingly not that it reached my darkness. I absorbed his face, his beautiful grey eyes, and his soft dark black hair. My other half since high school, my partner in crime, my best friend, my lover, my teacher, my husband, the father of the children we were going to have, the man I loved more than anything in the world and our lives was being hurt by this horrible thing called Amnesia.

Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound

The door of the music room creaked as I opened it to hear the most angelic voice in the world. There I saw him. The man I knew I'd love for the rest of my life. The boy of 15, that looked after his little sister, and sung this beautiful lullaby to her to get her to go to sleep. We started going out when we were about 18 our parents didn't approve as we were both smart and clever enough but they feared that we would distract one another. But that didn't happen. We were in love and helped each other as much as possible. We were honest with one another and knew when we were distracting one another or when the other needed to be distracted before the stress became too much and finally we were the "baker" and the Music teacher. I loved him more than life itself. He was my everything. I was stood in the kitchen kneading bread when he came in and wrapped his arms around me. "Will you marry me?" He whispered.
"Of course," I smiled before kissing him. We loved each other and didn't care what other thought. Our wedding day was simple and beautiful and busting with the love and adoration we had for one another. But it didn't stop our family's hatred for one another.

Don't you dare look out your window darling
Everything's on fire
The war outside our door keeps raging on
Hold onto this lullaby
Even when the music's gone

Then one day, I was walking down the street on my way to the baker's shop, when a car went speeding down the road and the shadows pulled me under. When I awoke in the hospital, I didn't understand. I was confused, about everything. I was so scared and so alone. I was being taught my way back to my normal life. He came into the room, my husband and from some ancient memory of the man who I was supposed to love. Our parents came in and tried to get me to remember things. It didn't take them long to start bickering about a small petty matter. The pain moulded into his face was horrible it broke my heart. They were meant to be supporting him through it and this was the first action I did that told me I loved him, that told him I was still his wife. "STOP IT! STOP SHOUTING! CAN'T YOU SEE THE PAIN HE'S IN? CAN'T YOU SEE HOW HURT YOU'VE MADE HIM FEEL? I CAN'T REMEMBER MOST THINGS ABOUT HIM BUT YOU CAN! I don't how I haven't said anything in the past? You squabbling like petty children while I stare at the man I love but can't remember anything about him!" I cried. His arms appeared around me in an instant as I sobbed into the stranger who was my husband's chest.
"I love you; I love you and I'll do anything to help you remember that you love me," He cried.
When I woke up again he was the only person with me, our parents were waiting outside. I held my eyes tightly shut but I could hear him sniff. "You're a baker, you're a painter, your my wife, your my everything. I need you to remember me..."
I knew I had some sort of feelings for this stranger but I didn't know anything about him.
"I'm a singer. I'm a brother and your husband. We used to argue about how you take sugar in your tea and sleep with the window open. Your favourite colour is orange like the sunset. You gave me some bread ones,"
"Is yours green?" I asked.
"Yes, do you remember?"
"No... I guessed. But maybe I remember without knowing," I shrugged.
"Well let's hope you're really good at guessing the rest," he joked and the smiled that fell on his face was as beautiful as the singing voice trapped in my head.

Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound

*Flashback*
He was singing; I was painting. We had managed to get out of our parents way for the night. But it had been hard. My mother had screamed at me when she had found the birthday present he had brought me. She was so angry; so angry that I loved him. He wrapped me up on the sofa and wiped the blob of paint from my face. "Just close your eyes, the sun is going down, you'll be alright, No one can hurt you now come morning light you and I'll be safe and sound," he sung softly as he pinned the shiny golden pin on my jacket. "I love you," he smiled.
"I love you too," I smiled.
~Present day~
I held the pin in my hand. I had forgotten it again; the day that we pronounced our love for each other. I was doing so well. Our parents had finally realised we loved each other no matter what. I had been sleeping in the guest room but I really didn't feel like sleep along. As he took me to my room I whispered. "Don't leave me here along."
"Never," He smiled and lay down next to me and started singing as my eyes slowly drifted off.

Just close your eyes
You'll be alright
Come morning light,
You and I'll be safe and sound...

I woke up to singing. I crept down the hallway and peered into the room the singing was coming from. There sat a little girl with her long blonde hair in a braid singing to the black hair little boy who had big blue eyes like round sapphires that bubbled tears. He sniffled as she sang. My children caught me and pulled me to come. I lay down on their bed with them.
"I had a bad dream, mummy," my son cried and I stoked his hair.
"Can you tell us the time that you and daddy fell in love?" She asked.
"It had a little thing to do with the song you were singing," I smiled. "And In the end… we were safe and sound."