Memories Shared

"You don't know me! You can't know me..." We had never even met before yesterday.

He motioned for me to sit down and I obliged. He took a seat on the sofa opposite me.
"But I do know you. I know you maybe better than I know myself. And you know me. We used to be inseparable."

He seemed sincere, but he might just be a good actor. Or he might be crazy. I couldn't trust my memories, so I had to trust this stranger, which was way outside my comfort zone.
"You seem to believe what you're saying, but I just don't know how I can believe that."

"I can prove it. Just listen." He took a deep breath, and began with his 'proof.'
"I know your middle name is Regina, but you don't like it because when you were little, you thought it sounded like a witch's name.
I know you like your crusts extra crispy on your sandwiches, and you take three sugars in your tea.
I know you bite your lip when you're nervous.
I know you always wear socks to bed because your feet get cold." He said all this while staring at the floor, but here he paused and looked up at me to see how I was taking this information dump.
I didn't say anything, so he took that as a sign to keep going.
"I know you got in trouble when you were 15 for sneaking out past curfew because I was the one who met you in the park. You brought a blanket and I brought snacks and we stayed out until 2am, watching a meteor shower. And when you were grounded, I snuck into your house and we watched movies all day.
I know you don't like the smell of roses because it reminds you of your grandmother's house, which burned down when you were 13.
I know you were homeschooled until you were 16, and you didn't fit in in high school because you were smarter than the other kids.
I know you have a scar on your right leg from where you lost your balance on the playground because I watched my mom stitch it up for you.
I know you have a scar on your left shoulder from a hunting accident a few years ago, because I stitched it up myself.
I know that you are my best friend.
I know you went missing two years ago and I've been looking everywhere for you. And I've missed you so much."
He saw that tears were forming in my eyes. And he assumed that it was because I didn't believe him,or I was scared. It didn't even occur to him that it could be because I remembered.
"But I can tell that I'm freaking you out, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come." He quickly got up to leave, but hesitated after a few steps. "I just wanted you to know."

I snapped out of my stupor before he could reach the door. "No! Wait." Desperation tainting my normally steady voice.
"You expect to tell me all that and then just disappear?" I was so cross him for thinking he could just walk out after revealing something like that.
"I'm not going to lose you. Not again."
Now I was really crying, but I was smiling too.
Such a strange mix of emotions.

He seemed to realize what my words implied, and his hope-filled eyes locked in on mine, "What?" he breathed, not daring to voice his hopes out loud.
I walked up to him and grabbed his hand, "I said, I'm not going to lose you again, Sam." In some part of my mind, I registered that he must have had a growth spurt, because my eyes were level with his chin and I had to look up farther to meet his eyes.
When I said his name, I watched him turn from nervous moose to love sick puppy.
"You remember?"
"Not everything, but I remember you."
He laughed nervously, "Well, that's a great place to start."