Weeks Before My Wedding My Fiancé Forgot Only Me
Three years ago.
A sudden avalanche in the Rocky Mountains stole my memory.
My fiancé, Liam, the most heroic mountain rescue captain in Denver, suffered permanent nerve damage to his hands while digging me out of the snow, leaving them crippled.
He was forced to end his career.
He gave up his entire career to care for me, a woman whose memory reset every twenty-four hours.
He recorded three years of video diaries for me.
Using those tender images to tell me who he was, and how much he loved me.
On countless mornings, waking to a blank slate, I relied on these videos to get to know him and fall in love with him all over again.
Later, using his uncanny ability to predict mountain weather, he founded a multi-billion-dollar technology company.
On another morning when I was lucid, I watched the broadcast of his IPO celebration party on a live tech news stream.
I ran to find him, clutching the tablet that held our video diaries.
But on the massive screen in the banquet hall, I saw him holding another woman's hand.
They were announcing their engagement.
I rushed onto the stage, and under his shocked gaze, I fumbled to unlock the tablet.
"Liam… Did I forget again? The videos… they said today is our proposal anniversary, right?"