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In the Jimmy Rogers Chronicles, book 2 (It’s Impossible) Aaron Rizzer, a/k/a Professor Remember, reflecting back on the unconditional love that arose in him for Belle Marie Belizaire, wrote in his journal:
“There are moments that mark you, not with fireworks, but with quiet weight, like the hush before a storm or the breath before a confession. For me, that moment was her.
I won’t say her name here. I don’t need to. If you’ve ever loved someone in a way that reshapes your understanding of what love is, then you already know her, in some form. She’s the one you don’t try to possess. The one whose absence lingers more deeply than most people’s presence.
I had been a man of routines. Successful, respected. But Professor Remembers Roadhouse & Bakery Café, that wasn’t just a business. It was my soul’s offering to the world. Every corner of it hummed with the music I not only grew up loving, it literally saved my life.
The menu was a composition, curated with the care of a man who remembered every bite that ever meant something. Each dish earned its place, drawn from cafés and kitchens across the world where the food had stirred something in me, comfort, longing, wonder, satisfaction.
Nothing made the cut unless it came with a story, like Professor Remembers Unforgettable Brownies, born from a moment that deserved to be tasted again. Every dish held a memory worth savoring or a lesson worth sharing, because at Remembers, the food wasn’t just nourishment; it was narrative.
And the stage? That was sacred ground. Built for the ones who had to sing, who couldn’t not sing, their pain, their joy, their truth. Remembers was the closest thing I ever made to a mirror, a place where people who felt unseen could finally feel heard, cared for, and never forgotten.
And then she walked through the door.
I didn’t recognize it right away, but something in me did. A stillness. A kind of spiritual leaning. Not attraction the way most talk about it, this was deeper, stronger. Unearned, inexplicable.
It was puzzling, a quiet, insistent longing to give to her, without needing anything in return. Where did that come from?
That’s the thing about unconditional love, it doesn’t demand to be returned. It just is. And once you’ve felt it, truly felt it, you’re never the same.
What happened wasn’t a love story in the way people expect, no promise of forever, no tidy ending. It was something deeper. Something transcending time, labels, and expectations.
What it became… that’s the story you might be blessed to read. And maybe, if you’re up to it, it’ll stir something in you too.”
