This Kiss

The first time I lost all memory of Tucker, we had just met.

We were seventeen, stuck in the disco room of the children's hospital, both of our heads covered in electrodes wrapped in gauze.

Not exactly attractive.

Except we were-attracted, that is.

I never got to meet boys my age back then. Or any boys. Mother made sure of that.

There was no point, she said. I would forget them the next time I had a seizure.

That's right. I didn't mention that. I have epilepsy. It started in kindergarten. Spac...