My head spun. It turned me around and around in circles, and it was throbbing too. My eyelids seemed glued together, and I struggled to open them. Finally I managed it, and found myself staring into a boy’s face, into which were set light brown eyes that stared at me intently. I may have blushed at this point. He was actually rather handsome. His jaw was straight and strong. All this, I took in while he was staring at me.
I wondered what he thought of me, a girl in goodness-knows-where hurtling off cliffs as if to break her neck. This was the second time I had been unconscious, and my head hurt enormously. I started to slip back into the blackness. “Hey, are you alright?” He shook my shoulder.
I came back quickly to the present and groaned. (I didn’t mean to groan. Generally I don’t like to groan, but it just slipped out. My head was throbbing.)
“Can you hear me?” he asked. I just blinked at him. Stars were passing before my eyes again, and I felt strange. “Go away.” I said grumpily. I was in no mood to have someone this handsome see me like this. As if to prove that I wanted him to go away, I pushed his arm. His arm was strangely stubborn. In fact, it even grabbed my arm, then laid it back down beside me.
I was getting more confused by the minute. I felt that maybe I should know him, but I didn’t. And then it struck me. What was my name? Did I have one? Should I have one? It seemed natural that I should have something to call myself by. I couldn’t remember my name? I couldn’t remember anything, except cliffs and sand and blue, blue sky.
“Do you know me?” I asked, hoping he did, and he could tell me something. But he answered, with a laugh in his eyes, “Not a bit. And you don’t know me, either.”
That wasn’t a real answer, I thought, even though it was. I already told you I wasn’t thinking clearly!
“To be frank, I don’t even know me.”
I must have been hearing things. Ever since then, I would look back and tell myself that that was when I fell in love. Maybe I’m wrong. But it works well enough for me.