Remember Me, Mi Amore

25

The first time that we ate was followed by another one. Then another again. It went like that for a month or so. I don't know how exactly many times we are just being friends, but yeah. We did that.

Also, we became friends again. Me and Forsythe. This seems to be a piece of shocking news, and it is. Along the way, I just felt like reconnecting with him again. Also, the excitement of seeing him every day was an added fact in the reconnection.

I seemed to be addicted where I will see him every time in front of my face and in front of my room. seemed to be addictive of how he scratches his head just to offer me to go out to eat with him. And when he failed to do those things, I will complain of course. But right after that, I will painstakingly walk towards his building and wait for him there.

For all the things we did just to see each other, the reason was unknown why we kept doing that. We just did. Like an endless cycle of who will go here and there. But we never minded those absent reasons. We just started it there and go along with the things that we do...

Maybe it was perhaps the reason for my lips suddenly making a smile while I ate in front of him, or the reason of the times I felt genuinely happy while being with him by my side, or it was perhaps for the reason of the sudden moments of forgot that makes me put at ease and make my heart calm in the middle of a storm.

Or perhaps it was the reason that whenever I'm with him, I could feel my feet floating. It stops to a cloud of euphoria in which we both are the only existing people. And on that cloud, the only sound that you can hear was our roaring laughter and the fast drum beat of my heart. All the people seem to disappear whenever I'm with him. 

There may be a whole long list of reasons there. But I will not list it one by one. Because that will just make this entire conversation of my daydreaming and me making things up that was out of a touch of our reality.

Of course, all things that are good has an exchanged. Because what is a good thing if not a bad thing finding its way onto your life? There's really just a simple answer, isn't it? Because that's how life works. It's a painful tragedy that we have to live in.

And I had just to live in on that moment. Because all of a sudden— in the middle of the year when we were happy— I had the sudden tingling feeling on my guts saying and bugging me that I should stay away from him because the butterflies on my stomach were getting worse and worst every day.

Those butterflies were out of their mind like me. They kept on moving and flying when he does the bare minimum. And my heart... Oh, my heart. Where could I even start there? It was beating and beating like crazy. It was a festival there because of the loud drum and the chaos that it makes. It's crazy how because of one thing or one person, you could feel things like this.

"Anne? Tara na?" Forsythe asked me the day that I decided to avoid him. As usual, too, he was here in front of me, asking me to go eat with him.

I flashed out a big smile in front of him. Which I know I'm myself that I was faking it. I hope he doesn't notice that. "Next time na lang," I said to him as an answer to his offer.

I saw the sudden difference in his face the moment that I said that. His smile became a frown and his eyebrows become furrowed.

"Ganun ba? Sige," He answered then scratched his head and made one foot after another after he turned his back to me.

My heart was left in the dust with its shattered pieces on the floor as I swallowed the bitter lump on my throat. I know that it was gonna hurt me when I did this decision. But that thought was already painful but the act of him doing right before my eyes were even more painful.