Lest We Forget Novels & Stories

Hindi naman ako magpapakaboba para sabihing nakalimutan niya na ang lahat tungkol kay Leah because you can't just easily forget someone who became not just a part of your life, but your life, your world. He cupped my cheeks and my eyes instinctively closed, just savoring his soft touches and feeling the warmth of his hands. "No. Because you know what? You are here." Minulat ko ang mata ko and I saw how deeply he looked at me. "You didn't make me forget. Because memories fade but they can still be remembered. The memories of my broken heart are still stored somewhere in a part of my brain but with your help, I moved on."

No season can stop their love. Kahit na ilang buwan pa lamang sila na magkakilala ay sigurado siyang pareho lang sila ng nararamdaman. And he'll fight for it no matter what, at all costs. "Forget everything, not Jade. Please forget everything, not Jade. Please, not her. Huwag kang mawawala sa isip ko. Not you, Jade. Stay in my memory. Do not forget her." He recited the words like a mantra. “Forget everything, not Jade. Forget everything, not Jade.”

That everything that is happening today is genuine, since I know it's not. 'yan ka na naman, Leylah, nagiging makakalimutin ka na naman. Remember, never, as in never ever forget that everything, that all of this is a lie. Because once you forget, then that will be your another downfall. Magiging kawawa ka naman.'

" Alzeihmer's was taking her away from me and yet what she told me changed my perspective. She told me that forgetting things was therapeutic for her in all the positive ways possible. She said that after everything, the most important thing is that by the end of the day, she knows that I'll be the one remembering. I'll be the one treasuring our memories together. She was assured that our love will not be forgotten." Hindi niya maipaliwanag kung bakit hindi na niya mapigilan ang pagbagsak ng mga luha niya. "Your mind is a very messy place right now and very unstable. There is actually a great chance you'll forget we have this conversation, young lady, but please try to remember this: once yo

"I've just been so forgetful these past few days." I wanted to forget about everything here in Manila. Hindi ko na rin kasi nagugustuhan ang mga kumakalat na balita ngayon na kung saan ay kaya raw ako hiniwalayan ni Lester ay dahil daw sa matanda na ako at dahil na rin sa hindi ako magkakaanak.

My heart thumped louder in every tear I let out. Ngumiti ulit siya sa camera at nagpunas ng luha. "U-uhh, I don't k-know if you can still remember the song which we used t-to sing together when we were s-still… you know," "I will never forget it," hikbi ko at mas lalong napaiyak nang makita kung papaano siyang umiyak sa harap ng camera. How could I ever forget that? Lagi namain ‘yun kinakanta, lalo kapag kaming dalawa lang ang nasa bahay.

“Earlier, when you saw the ring, you remembered something. What exactly did you see?” I closed my eyes, forcing myself to recall. “A wedding… me in white… you saying ‘babyloves’… it felt real, Messiah. Too real.” His lips curved in a small smile, relief softening his face. “That was our wedding. You’re remembering us.” I bit my lip, tears threatening again. “But if I remember you, doesn’t that mean… I have to forget Eli?” “Yes.” His answer was firm, unhesitating. “Because he doesn’t deserve to be remembered that way. You deserve the truth, Rebecca. And the truth is—”

kambal… gusto kong dugtungan pero kusang huminto ang mga salita ko nang may sinabi pa siya. “Now I know…There is a strange feeling when we are so together. I forgot the man I loved before, and the same with my heart. Nairita ako sa kanya kasi masyado siyang pakielamero pero siya lang pinagkakatiwalaan ko… si Jared lang,” kumalma naman siya pagkatapos niyang sabihin ang mga ito. Tumango-tango naman ako bilang sagot sa kanya. “I don’t know… why I forget him. I just wanted to look for the clues of what had happened to me. And why does he also forget me?” dagdag pa niya na hindi ko rin alam ang mga isasagot sa kanya.

But honestly, I'm very lucky to have a bestfriend like them. Maya maya pa ay umalis na kami sa liblary dahil magsisimula na ang afternoon class. Pagkarating sa room ay naroon na nga ang prof namin mabuti na lang at hindi pa nagiistart ang klase. Naupo na kami sa aming upuan at ng dumating na ang iba pa naming kaklase ay nagsimula na ng discussion si sir Matheo-ang adviser namin at prof sa Law on Obligations and Contracts. Isa sa mga pinaka ayaw naming subject dahil puro memorization ang aming ginagawa.

Nandoon ang mga nakaraang hindi na nila mababalik at mga nakaraang iiwan na lamang sa limot. Memories, like fragments of a forgotten melody, weave the tapestry of our lives. They are the elusive ghosts of our yesterdays, lingering in the recesses of our minds, waiting to be summoned by a scent, a song, or a fleeting glimpse of the familiar. The past, with its palette of emotions and experiences, shapes who we are today. In the quiet moments, we find ourselves drifting back, tracing the contours of our memories like fingers on an old, weathered photograph.