look over your shoulder

I may not know every detail of her life, now.

But I never let go of what we have had both there and then.

I may not have shared with her every tiny thoughts that I have had, but I never did forget her name, who she is then and who she is by now.

I may have failed in being there for her in those oh so kilig moments. And talk about those all night, with no sleep.

But, I did understand what was underneath those silent and blank expressions she made when I ask her why. .

They say nothing lasts forever. Everything has its boundaries and ending. But there is a contradicting thought behind it. There may be an ending about what we call life and everything but there is that something that always remains. Behind the parody of memories, reality and what really lasts is a question. Don’t good memories get left behind? It’s hard to put everything aside, and make way to new ones. . But in time we get used to certain events that really are meant on happening. . Sometimes we really have to say that, no matter how old one thing is, if it has served as an engraving or maybe a scar in our minds and in our heart, no matter how many years would come, it would be hard for it to fade. Despite the changing people, changing places, the washed off communication and the fast running ticking of the clock, there will always be a certain de javu to remind us of someone, something, and that long been forgotten fleeting feeling that oblivion has been trying to eat up.

I may not have had the same manner of everything that I was before. I may have had some lapses and may have failed to go through all the fast changing world could offer, but I never failed to be that somebody to someone that I knew way way back then. The somebody may become a nobody sooner or later, but what matters is that it was never considered a fiction that I became a floating memory of someone’s galaxy of thought. It was a memory that might have been old, but never gone.