I do not remember love. I do not remember the way his fingertips graced my skin. I do not remember the gentility of his lips on my cheek. I do not remember the light in his Atlantic eyes. I do not remember the butterflies hatching in my stomach when he said my name. I do not remember his arms wrapped tightly around me. I do not remember the way my hands quivered so violently against him. I do not remember the tears in my eyes that night. I do not remember love.