You remember. You remember red flowers and slow kisses, remember the warmth of his touch, remember the love you've shared.

But he doesn't. He doesn't remember you.

Even worse, you are on enemy sides.

(Alternatively: where you remember the love you've both shared aka Sylus's myth, but with the twist that he doesn't. As a setting, you're a human and in his territory. Do as you please as a story)