Reminiscing The Memories Novels & Stories

Huminga. Pero kahit gaano ko subukang kalimutan, ang bawat memorya ni Jayden ay bumabalik. Ang bawat halik ng kanyang tingin, ang bawat haplos ng kamay niya, ang bawat titig na naramdaman ko sa kanyang kuwarto… Parang nagliliyab sa ilalim ng balat ko. Hindi ko alam kung paano ko haharapin ito sa kanya.

Bakit pati sa iniwan nilang letter sa locker ko noon ay binanggit niya ang tungkol sa kanila? "Base sa research na isinagawa ng mga bata ko tungkol sa 'yo, mukhang hindi mo naaalala ang ilang mga bagay tungkol sa buhay mo four years ago. Alam mo bang nakakapanghinayang dahil nakapag-ambag pa naman ako sa memories na 'yon ng mga bagay na hinding-hindi mo makakalimutan?" T*nga talaga ang isang ’to. Kung talagang hindi kalimut-limot ang bagay na 'yon, bakit hindi ko maalala ang mga ‘yon ngayon?!

They slipped away from me like water through my fingers, leaving me with nothing but the ache of knowing I had seen something important, something that belonged to me. Pero ngayon… it feels different. Hindi na lang basta dumadaan. I remember them. I can still see them when I close my eyes, still feel the warmth of those embraces, the laughter, the way my heart used to beat in those moments. The memories don’t fade like before; they stay, lingering, haunting me. I can recall the man’s voice whispering my name, the way he called me his wife, the way his lips touched mine. I can recall the happiness, the love, the weight of belonging that came with it. I can recall it all, vividly, like it just

Pero wala akong mai-react. But when our happy memories came flashing on my head. That's when I start breaking down. I wanted to go back to those times. I suddenly want to beg Him to give me the ability to turn back time. Kahit saglit ko lang na mabalikan 'yung mga panahon na 'yon. Maramdaman ko lang ulit 'yung saya. Kasi kung alam ko lang na matatapos din pala ang lahat ng 'yon, sana nilubos ko na.

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.

But our lips remained connected, never minding the cold that the rain had poured on us. But… I will remember it all. Even this cold. I will remember it.

"It can no longer be called temporary amnesia if she can't remember it. Just don't force her, dude. Saka kumalma ka nga diyan kasalanan mo naman ito." "Yeah, yeah! Don't remind me of that, brute." Masama ang tinging ibinigay niya rito pero nag kibit-balikat lamang ito at lumabas sa kanyang kwarto nang hindi nagpapaalam.

Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer Regretting him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong Losing him was blue like I'd never known Missing him was dark grey all alone Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met But loving him was red Oh, red Burning red May nakatingin na naman sakin na parang hindi pangkaraniwang tingin. Kaya tumingin ako sa direksyon niya pero ang bilis niyang mawala na parang bula. Remembering him comes in flash

"But what happened?" Napakagat ako sa aking labi at nagpatuloy. "I think about you all the time. I remember the wonderful times that we shared. And honestly, I miss everything about being with you. It's more than just reminiscing about our happy memories in the past, it's a yearning to create more of them in the future," sabay tanggal ng mga natuyong bulaklak sa puntod niya. "And my heart breaks all over again..."

She answered back, sounding bored. "I don't want that. In order for me not to reminisce anything, I refused to make such thing." "Why though? Aren't the memories a happy one? Bakit ayaw mong maalala? E, masaya naman ang mga yon." "I don't want to remember how it feels to be a happy so I wouldn't long for it." "Ang sabi naman ni Kuya Kingsley makakapaglaro pa kayo kahit na matanda na. Why don't you just do the things you did before so you would feel happy again?"