This Kiss

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

We were in the disco room of the epilepsy ward, both of our heads covered in electrodes.

My seizures were worse than most. When I woke up, my entire history would have evaporated like water on a skillet.

Meeting people was usually a waste of time. But on that magical day, Tucker yelled, "Come here often?"

"Never! Do you?" I yelled back.

And that was all we got. The disco lights switched to strobes, the kind designed to cause a seizure....