Saturday, July 25, 2009 at 12:04 PM
Don't Forget [Fiction]
Out of nowhere, I had a spark of inspiration. Basahin mo to. Medyo nakakatuwa. :P GAWA KO TO, okay. Basahin mo sya. Dali. :P
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He acted like he didn’t know who I am. Which was completely impossible because he’s just gone for a week, and it’s just a
WEEK. What the hell’s happening to my lover?
Okay, okay, maybe I’m overreacting, and maybe he was just tired and needed rest. I mean, c’mon, you wouldn’t be acting like that if you’re stress-free.
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Okay, slash that “overreacting” part, he really doesn’t know who I am now. Seriously, if this is a joke, it ain’t damn funny.
He’s hanging around some girl I don’t effin know, holding his hand, smiling, smirking… God. No. Don’t. Effin. Touch. My. Babe.
THAT’S IT. I’m gonna bitchslap that bitch so she would know who she’s dealing with.
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This is extremely weird now, I’m getting hurt.
I did slap the girl, then she started screaming at me. Babe looked at me like he was angry and just… ignored me. Like, what the hell, right? I’m crying my eyes out, thanks a lot, baby.
I tried calling. But when he picked up, the conversation just went on like this:
“Babe, what’s wrong?”
“Huh? Who’s this?”
“Babe, it’s me!”
“Sorry, do I know you? I don’t really remember somebody calling me “babe” before.”
“Babe, this ain’t funny anymore. Ever since you went on that stupid trip, you act like you completely forgot about me. What the hell, babe.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t even know you.”
“You know me, darn it. I slapped your girl a while ago.”
“Oh, that girl. You act feisty for that cute appearance, you know that? Well, it’s nice talking to you. I would surely see you around.”
“Wait--…”
Beep. Beep. Beep.I need to talk to his folks. NOW. With tears on my eyes, I decided to sleep that night alone, sad, scared. I don’t want him to leave me.
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I went over their house when he was away. I’m in no mood to humor his sarcastic tone today.
“What exactly happened…? We aren’t sure…”
Well. That was productive.
“But in what I remember, he was getting extremely homesick when we were away. He tried calling you, a
lot, but the place we were in was complete out of services, and he was nearly going crazy.” His dad explained. I listened eagerly. “The next day, when we reminded that we were going home that day, he just smiled and packed his things up. We reminded him of you, and he acted like he just heard it for the first time.”
What.
What?I stood up and excused myself, leaving immediately. I sat at our porch, just crying my eyes out. I have no idea what happened to him, it was too complicated and to think that he forgot about me for only a night, and only forgetting about me.
Wait.
Me. Only
me.--
“I have a theory, but I don’t know if this is correct.” The fortune teller told me, and at the background I hear her cards being shuffled. I phoned her for this.
“Talk to me.”
“I’m guessing… he tried to get you out of your mind.” She said silently. “It went overboard, though.”
“How? How did he do it?!” I realized I was raising my voice now, but I didn’t mind at all.
“Calm down, you. I plan on telling you, okay? You don’t have to scream at me.” She sound exasperated. I apologized. “People can’t simply forget about things. That’s purely impossible, unless you had amnesia.” She breathe in, then out. “You can lock your memories in a box in your mind, and keep it there. You can choose to lock it forever, or you could open it at the right time. He wanted to keep you away from his mind for one night. He wanted to be calm and be happy once he’s back. He went overboard, and now he forgot everything about you.”
My heart ached.
“There’s nothing we can do, but wait.”
Nothing?
“Thanks, madam. I guess I can endure this for a little while longer.”
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.That night, I didn't slept at all.
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I sat on our porch, staring at the sidewalk, waiting, just waiting, until I saw him pass by. I tried to ignore him by looking somewhere else, but he sat beside me suddenly. My heart throbbed. It was like I was having a crush at him again, it was like the first time I met him.
“Tell me…” He suddenly said, staring at me. “… have we met before?”
“You have no idea how much we know each other.” I tried to smile. “But, I’m not forcing you to remember me.”
“I just know you’re someone very special…” He looked troubled. “Your face seems so awfully familiar…”
“Haha, I guess I should stop seeing you, huh…?” I mumbled. “It seems like my presence troubles you much…”
“Quite the opposite, apparently…” He looked like he was trying to remember. “I just know I love you.” My heart throbbed.
“I can’t force you to love me, babe. I don’t want you liking someone because you’re forced to. I’m willing to wait, babe. Even if it’ll take eternity.” I stood up, then smiled. He did the same. “But to formalize this, let’s start from the basics.”
“Hi, my name is…”
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