men consigned to oblivion lamentations left hidden one remembers yesterday the other tomorrow
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"May tanong ako."
"Hm?"
"Hindi mo ba sinesave 'yung number ko d'yan sa cellphone mo? Are you doing it on purpose para makalimutan mo ako kinabukasan?"
"I...I can't really remember, Jippoon."
"Right. Of course you can't. Tss. Why don't you save my number right now? That way, I can skip the long-ass introduction about myself everytime we call, right?"
"O-okay. Pero..."
"What?"
"N-nagsasawa ka na bang magpakilala sa'kin araw-araw? Naiirita ka na ba sa'kin?"
". . ."
"I'm... I'm sorry Jihoon. I really am trying. Sawang-sawa na rin akong makalimot. But I was damned to be like this for life."
"Seungcheo-"
"Hindi ko naman pinili na maging ganito eh. Ni hindi ko nga alam kung bakit ako nagkaroon ng short term memory shit in the first place."
"Ho-"
"But ever since I met you, I started to remember fragments of my memories from the last day. Although they're not that clear, at least I started remembering things. Even those moments from a year ago."
". . ."
"I remember my dog died last summer 2004. I remember my mother bringing a new pup the next month after that. Look Jihoon, I remember things better with you."
"Seung fucking cheol. Ang drama mo. I've never said that I was starting to get fed up with you, have I?"
". . ."
"I will never get tired of reminding you about my existence, okay? Even if I have to do it again in another lifetime."
". . ."
"That was too fucking cheesy. Just stop being so paranoid about all these little things, a'ight?"
"But the little things are the most important things in my life."
