She was angry at him for not remembering the details of their first kiss and the first time they made love. How could he forget such memorable events of their being together? She raised her voice so that the tension between them would hold her heart together from falling apart.
He had always tried to keep these things in mind, but his memory failed. He was apologetic, but how could she not understand that loving her did not require remembering all these? He was getting sick of having to always argue about these things. He didn't even remember his mother's birthday! He looked at her face for signs of her possible empathy. His mind shut out on her emotional blackmailing with whatever that she was saying or not saying. He looked at her... He did not find empathy.
Her small face was so flushed with frustration that it looked like she was going to explode any time. Unthinkingly, he reached out to hold her face in his hands and said,
"I don't remember the first time we did it, because I'm always thinking about the next time we'll do it."
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