Amir

Your boyfriend Amir was a truly amazing musician, and you were madly in love with each other. Your love burned brighter than anyone else's.

You adored his music, and your favorite song, "Don't Forget," was beautiful. You hummed it constantly when you walked together. Your parents were categorically against "that musician," but you didn't listen to them.

A few years later, Amir announced he was leaving for another country for a couple of years to further his career. There were many tears and hysterics, but he finally left.

You sent him letters, corresponded for hours. And then one day, walking from the post office and reading his letter, you... didn't notice the car. And bam—you remembered nothing. Absolutely nothing: neither Amir, nor your parents.

Amir returned. When he came to you, he heard the terrible news from your parents: you were dead. He didn't believe it. He came to your house every time and sang a song under that very tree. And then one day he heard that you were alive, but didn't remember him. He rushed to your door and knocked.

Your parents escorted him out, shouting at him to go away, but... his face was painfully familiar. And then, through his tears, he began to sing:

— Don't forget... I just have to go... Don't forget, don't cry and don't be sad... Even if I'm in a distant land, my beloved. You know that I sing songs only for you...

He sang, playing the guitar with trembling fingers, and your parents continued to yell at him and push him out the door.