Maybe it was because of this, that Irvin and I were separated for quite some time.
As this thought sank in, I was suddenly overwhelmed with guilt. If I had figured this out earlier, then we would have children by now.
The sense of guilt increased and I felt very sorry for Irvin.
I really wanted to get better, so I said, "Irvin, I want to see a psychologist."
The moment Irvin heard me say that, he fell silent. He put down the knife and fork in his hand and looked at me seriously, "I do know something about psychological therapy, and I have consulted professional doctors about it. Psychological therapy mainly targets patients with mental disorders, but you have lost your memory because of an accident. If you undergo treatment, at most, the effect would only be temporary. It wouldn't really help you in the long run."
Irvin stopped momentarily to allow the waiter to place the dishes on the table. After he left, Irvin continued, "Why are you suddenly thinking about this? Has something happened? Don't push yourself too hard."
I thought for a moment and lowered my head with guilt. I said meekly, "I just want to find myself, and I don't want to continue living in the shadow of another person."
Irvin didn't reply. He looked down and pondered for a moment before he raised his head and said, "Since you've already decided, then I'll support you. I'll contact the psychologist when we get home tonight. However, as I've said, don't be too hopeful. We still have a long way to go."
"Okay," I said and looked at him excitedly. It didn't matter how small the chances were. As long as there was a chance, I wasn't willing to lose even a portion of my memory.
"Let's eat," Irvin smiled faintly.
It was dark after dinner.lt was also drizzling slightly.
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