Lifting his head from his idle playing, Ioan smiled softly at his girlfriend. "I think I've had your vote of confidence from day one. You told me I'd go far with this," he said, touching the instrument lightly. "I just pray this works. I wrote this song for you for Christmas, and you liked it well enough." He bit his lip, placed his fingers on the right notes, and began playing, looking up at Romilda every few seconds to see how it might be affecting her. Throwing his heart into every word, he hoped so much that it would help. That she would remember him. If it did, he was never letting her out of his sight again.
"...the greatest fan of your life," he finished, picking a few more notes before he lifted his fingers and held his breath. Probably a foolish thing to do. It was just a song. Songs could make you remember what you already knew. Not what you'd forgotten.