Miranda was enjoying every minute of the make out session that she had only been dreaming of.  She knew she was going to have to stop because she could feel some slight pain every once in awhile.  You would have thought after all this time that she would have been healed, but every once in awhile the twinge was there.  She loved how he was so dominate with the kiss, but she looked at it as his passion level.<br/><br/>Once she had his shirt off she began running her hands down his back getting the feel of his muscles.  He had bulked out from the last time she remembered doing this, she wished she could remember more but she knew it would take time for those memories to come back to her.  Miranda kept wanting to stop, but she was enjoying the attention she was getting and found it hard to stop.  She was glad when Brettly stop them because she was not sure if she could have stopped.  When he placed his forehead against hers and listened to his words she started to cry a little.<br/><br/>They were not tears of anger for him stoping, they were actually tears of happiness.  "Please don't think these are tears of anger or sadness, but they are ones of joy.  For the first time I can feel the love you feel for me and I just wish I could remember more of it."  Mira said with a sigh, "Are you ever going to remind me what happened to me?"  Miranda knew that if Brettly was refusing to tell her then it was probably fairly bad.<br/><br/>Miranda sat up as best as she could and grabbed her journal and opened it up.  She had a little spot in the journal for her pen so she would always have it so she pulled it out and flipped over to a page and begin to write down a few things.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Day 10<br/><br/>Note to self.....Gracie is a lying little bitch and is not your friend, remember this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  She is Just trying to steal your husband.<br/><br/>Another note to self:  Made out with Brettly for awhile and it was wonderful, and I can't wait until I can make love to him.  He has turned into the most wonderful man to me and I am glad he is not giving up on me and is sticking beside me through everything.  I hate the fact I still can't remember most of my last 10 years, but I am getting better day by day.  Brettly promised to take me to our island getaway and I can't wait.<br/><br/>Until next note...Miranda</span><br/><br/>Miranda closed the journal and looked up to Brettly and smiled, "Do you want to read it?  So you can see all the sweet things I wrote."  Miranda hoped he liked the things she wrote.