What is the meaning of this

A slip of paper had fallen out of a folder that we had yet to go through. I picked it up. A few words were scribbled on it, but I could make out a few of them.

Years…. sorry…. didn’t mean…

I scratched my head and gave the paper to Victoria. I asked her if she knew what it was.

She looked at the paper, her brow furrowed in concentration. I could see anger, then frustration on her face as she tried to remember. She suddenly broke down and fell back into her chair, tears begin to stream down her face.

“I…I can’t remember.” She looked up at me. “Why can’t I remember?” Her voice broke down. “Why can’t I remember?” Her head dropped down on to her arms on the table.

I awkwardly patted her on the shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. Not know what else to do, I raised her up and held her in my arms. She pressed her warm body up against me and I embraced her even tighter. This must have been the first time she let herself go like this, the first time she had allowed herself to feel scared, frustrated, and sad.

Her body shook with sobs against me. I tried to comfort her. “It’s all right. Let it go, just let it go. You don’t need to worry so. We’ll work on this together.”

Her sobs eventually slowly quieted and she just rested in my arms. Eventually she looked up at me under her eyelashes and sighed. I gave her a little kiss on her forehead, then her cheek, and then her mouth.

We looked into each other’s eyes. We both knew what was happening. I kissed her again on the lips, a soft, open mouth kiss that she returned with equal tenderness. Reason and thought flew out the window. We lost ourselves in each other’s embrace.

I carried her to the bedroom. She was unbuttoning my shirt as she did. I laid myself out on the bed with her on top of me. She pulled my shirt open and began to kiss my chest. I slipped her blouse off of her and ran my fingers down the line where her skin met her brassier.

She reached behind her and unhooked the garment. It fell off her like a petal from a rose. Her beautiful breasts spilled forth and I cupped them in my hands, running my thumbs over the sensitive nipples. She sighed in pleasure and kissed my lips, ears and face.

Where that scrap of paper would lead us was anyone's guess...Little did I know the heartbreak in store for both of us!