Zachary said without inflection, “I don’t remember anymore. She hasn’t shown up before me as of late.”

“You don’t remember?”

“Do I have to? I don’t like her, so what’s the point of remembering? If I did remember and you got jealous, what should I do then? You’re the person I’m going to spend the rest of my life with, so I only need to remember you. To me, all other women are just passersby. I probably couldn’t even remember what they looked like even if they stood in front of me.”

Zachary was