The stories where someone gets amnesia or has some sort of compulsion to act or restriction on acting, and there's a relationship of convenience ("you should move in with me because you've forgotten everything but I only have one bed"), and there's unrequited love except without the plot contrivances it would be requited
Ooh, ooh, I've written that. Only there are two beds. This does not last.
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Ooh, ooh, I've written that. Only there are two beds. This does not last.