Amnesia

I washed ashore in a little lake town. A place where everyone knows everyone, yet...No one knows me.I don't know me.If a woman doesn't know her own name, does she really exist?I don't know my natural hair color, my birthdate, or where I live.I am invisible.To everyone, to everything, even to myself.Except to him. I see the recognition deep in his stare, the way it lingers on my face as if I'm a puzzle he's desperate to put together.I just want answers, the truth... knowledge. His lips are s...