You’re afraid that it was nothing, that he’s forgotten it already—tossed you like yesterday’s paper and moved on without another thought. And if he’s forgotten, then it’s almost as if it never happened, that what you had with him wasn’t real, and that makes you feel completely and utterly alone. But I haven’t forgotten; I know what happened; I know it was real. And whatever you want to do here, however you want to play this thing out, I will stand beside you every step of the way. If you ask me to, I will make him remember. And you will never, ever be alone in this again.