Romilda picked up her journal from under a book and flipped through the pages. "December 29th," she said and scanned the entry. "I hexed it privately and was talking about a dream I had. I don't remember the dream though. But I seem to have enjoyed it and I don't think it was about sex. It was about.. the future. Our future."
Oh she wished she could remember! Romilda felt an ache in her chest that couldn't be explained. She knew she was missing something, but the memories simply weren't there to support it.