Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Wherever I go, I would be reminded by that love that seemed so real. Did it really happened? Or was it only just a dream?
Remembering him also made me remember pristine water in the extended shoreline, but I didn't know where that place was anymore.
Did I really had forgotten it? Or I was just trying to forget the unforgettable?
Even if I shut my eyes, I could still remember our love, the love that ended mysteriously as I awoke in a new place with a man I couldn't remember I had feelings for.
"I'm so tired of your fucking memories! Bullshit! Bakit ka ba ipinakasal sakin? Buti nalang at divorce na tayo!" That's what Aiden said before he met his demise that night after he left our house. It was raining that time, and he met such an awful accident on the way to Titus' house, his best friend.
"What's your plan now? Don't tell me babalik ka sa Pilipinas."
Kianna my cousin said. I was lighting up candles in front of Aiden's picture frame. It has been 7 months since his passing.
I coldly looked at my ex husband's picture frame, smiling at me. My marriage life with him for 5 years was absolutely hell. We looked like married couples in movies who couldn't get along, and were cold to each other. Anak sya ng kaibigan ng Papa, the youngest, yet the one who passed away first.
"Babalikan ko sya!" My tone was flat and cold while gazing consistently at the lighted candle.
Babalikan ko sya— the man that I could only remember of all the memories who vanished. Our memories, our love only remained in my head to the point I didn't have to write it down in a piece of paper to remember it. Even the kisses we shared, the laughs, and the little moments? I could remember it. I was trapped in that moment because he was the sole memory I had, and I had to pretend that I had forgotten him, that I didn't know him, that we didn't exist because I was seen as someone who lost all her memories.
Wherever I go, I didn't know where home was, or how it felt like. One thing I was certain about, home was faraway, and that's where he belongs.
