4 months. That's how long I've been awake. 4 agonizing months. I have really bad head aches every day, which the doctors told me is from my head splitting open. I don't remember much. Just a few things. Mostly all about Mike. I remember our first kiss right after the dance. I remember the fight we had about his coke addiction. I remember all of the fights about the coke and me taking him to rehab. I also remember something about Vic. I remember that night I got drunk and slept with Vic. I feel dirty and worthless when I think about the fact that I slept with Vic when I was in love with Mike. Mike is always around me, paranoid that if he takes his eyes off of me for more than 2 seconds that I will go back into my coma. I want to remember everything, but I just can't. The doctors say that they are really impressed with me being able to remember things this fast. They didn't think that I would. Ever. I'm in the kitchen, that I guess is in the house that Mike and I own, looking through some cook books to see if I remember anything that I used to like to cook. I was coming to a blank. I kept flipping through when I came across a recipe for fajitas. "Ah ha!" I yelled and Mike jumped. I started laughing at him. "What was that about?" He asked me. I ran to him and jumped onto his lap. He laughed and I showed him the cookbook. "This. I used to make these fajitas, right?" He grinned and wrapped his arms around me waist and pulled me close. He kissed the side of my head where the stitches are still healing. "You did make those fajitas a lot. And they're fucking amazing, I miss them." He told me and I looked up at him and kissed him. The feelings are also something that I remember. I know that I'm in love with Mike and that I would die for him. And I know he feels the same way. I jumped off of his lap and ran back into the kitchen and got everything for fajitas. When I got everything out, I turned to Mike. "Invite the guys over, I'm making dinner for you guys." He nodded with a smile and I went to my iPod that was on the dock. I turned it on and played some music. I started cooking and I was holding some glass plates when I heard a song come on. I dropped the plates and they fell to the ground, breaking. I was zoned out. A memory started to come through. Me singing this song in the car and Mike sitting there looking out the window, not talking. I just got him from rehab and I was smoking a cigarette. Mike came running into the kitchen. "What happened?" He asked me. "That day. The day I got you from rehab, I sang this song to you." I smiled at him. He walked over to me, being careful of the glass. He grabbed my face and kissed me. We just stood there and kissed to Skinny Love by Bon Iver.