Leaving the shopping mall, I accidentally bumped into a young man. He helped me pick up my bag, which had fallen to the floor, and while handing it back, he introduced himself as Richard. He asked for my name, and I replied, "Sophia." He complimented my name and then asked for my number. After I gave it to him, we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.

When I got home, I started feeling a bit dizzy. I dropped my bag on the bed, laid down, and quickly fell asleep. In my sleep, I saw myself being cuddled by a young man whose face I couldn't see clearly. When I woke up, I didn’t give what I saw much thought, and I assumed it was just a sign that I had met someone special.

Later, while I was cooking in the kitchen, the thought of what I had seen earlier resurfaced and I began to wonder if it was a dream or if my memory was trying to come back. It had been two years since I last had a crisis. I decided to let go of the past, continue taking my medication, and accept that I might never regain my old memories. So, I moved to another country to start fresh.

Still lost in thought, my phone rang. It was Richard. After exchanging pleasantries, he asked me out for dinner, and I agreed. After our date, I returned home and suddenly experienced a sharp headache, with flashes of a young man appearing in my mind. His build resembled Richard’s, but I couldn't see the face clearly.

 In this vision, I saw myself begging the young man not to leave, but he did anyway. I called my doctor and told him about this experience, and he suggested it might be because I had encountered someone from my past.

I contacted Richard and asked him if we had met before, but he said no. A few weeks later, Richard and I started dating. I kept my condition a secret, fearing that it might cause him to leave me. 

Accepting Richard brought happiness into my life, but it also triggered my condition. 

After a year of dating, Richard proposed to me, and I said yes. However, as we began planning our wedding, the blurry images of the young man I kept seeing became clearer, revealing that the young man in my visions had been Richard all along.

I decided to discuss this with my doctor in person rather than over the phone. At his office, I explained everything, and he confirmed that I was gradually regaining my memory. He advised me to talk to Richard about it.

When I got home, I invited Richard over and told him everything. I saw the guilt on his face as he confessed that he had been hiding the truth from me. He explained that we had dated for seven months before he left me for someone else he thought he loved more. 

However, that relationship ended badly when he found out she was cheating on him. After learning about my accident and memory loss, he tried to reach out, but I had already left the country. 

Seeing me again and realizing I didn’t remember him, he decided to let the past be the past, not knowing it would be a mistake.

I was hurt, so I stood up, slapped him, and told him never to contact me again. I called off the wedding and decided to move on with my life. Moving on was difficult, but I knew that marrying Richard would have been the worst mistake of my life.