Reminiscing Pronounce Novels & Stories

"Reminiscing memories?" Nag-angat ako ng tingin sa kaniya. "Sorry, reminiscing memories isn't my thing, Marcus." Humakbang siya palapit sa akin. "Naalala mo ba ang pagkakataong nandito tayo noon? Ang halik?" Pinaliitan ko siya ng mga mata. Pinigilan kong hindi maipakita ng expression ko ang pagkahiya dahil sa natumbok niya ang iniisip ko.

Para na siyang malalagutan ng hininga. "Uhm..." Simula nito na animo'y pilit na bumabiyahe sa memory lane nito. Napakamot pa ito sa makapal nitong kilay. At para bang nabingi si Reverie nang tuluyan na itong magsalita. "I think I don't remember her at all." ©MaribelleVerzosa

I hopelessly confessed, “ang naaalala ko lang ay ‘yong papunta tayo sa dati naming compound tapos tumigil tayo sa gilid ng kalsada para mag-usap… tapos… malabo na ang mga sumunod na nangyari sa isipan ko.” I saw how his lips trembled when he tried to say something. He took a deep breath to recollect himself. “So… you can’t remember the conversation we had earlier?” I blinked several times and held my hand together above my stomach. “Well… I remember you pleading or asking something, but I can’t totally remember the exact words you said.” Marcus nodded several times as he listened to me explain. “Hindi mo rin ba maalala ang mga sinabi mo sa akin?”

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.