A Memory
They say we can’t live where memories dwell. Well, I think it’s true. Don’t you?
I was just walking aimlessly on the road while giving full volume to my earbuds, pacing up and lip-syncing, and singing to myself because I thought if I sing loud, people will stare at me and I am not the type of Attention Seeker. I don’t seek attention, I got it anyway. Why? Because I have a mole near my lips that attracts people, I got unwanted attention.
While walking up that road, I suddenly remember him. Though it’s been 3 years now after that incident somehow I just can’t seem to forget him. How we used to laugh together roaming the streets knowing that the whole world will get to know about us but little did we care, we didn’t.
I guess it was my first time as well to not care about what other people will say because I was so in love with him at that time. And maybe if I am now, I don’t want to call it love because the only emotion I feel towards him now is- Hatred! Hate in that amount that if I were allowed to kill someone and be free after it, I would hunt him down and kill him, not a sudden death but a slow death just like he did with him that I go through depression alone, suffering all by myself without letting it known by anyone in my graduation years.
It all started when we met at my tuition center. I did not know he also comes there. I still remember, when I first look at him, I thought in my heart he was a cute man. But what did I know what was behind that cute face of his?
