Memoir of the Two Unwilling Lovers | Devouring Moroseness

Remember when we used to sing in the shower? Or bathed in the dancing rain? Remember when all that we had were wonderful and we were so in love with the idea of love? Remember our ups and downs? The way we solved our petty arguments and the almost-breakups? Remember when I used to cook and you'll be the first one to remind me how perfectly imperfect our taste buds are then we will enjoy a good dinner for two and laughed so hard we forgot we argued. Remember those tearful nights because I was tired and I chose not to agree with you anymore? Remember when we used to have long walks and crazy ideas on how to celebrate every occasion we have? Remember the side trips and making out and cheap dates with the sidewalk vendors and talk about anything under the sun? Remember the escapades that literally made us escape our parents' trap? Remember when we defied our parents just to have fancy dates and funny moments that we talked about weeks or months over and over again after that? Remember when we met our respective families? Remember the waves of the water when we used to swim? Remember how we caressed each other and enfold us with the warmth of our romantic hugs and sinful kisses? Remember when we used to manage our differences? Remember when we have things in common and recognize our weaknesses so one of us is strong? Remember when all the minor details we have were all known and accepted and still love each other the same way or of great lengths? Remember those times when we listen to our favorite songs and then I gave up on life because I was cramming to everything that has been going on then I put my head on your shoulder because I know I am going to be fine, that you and I felt safe when we're together? That no one can harm us or do us wrong? Remember when we were each other's refuge? Confidante, shock-absorber, partners-in-crime, arcade-partners? Remember when I used to take pictures of you sleeping then make fun of it because I was amused on how you sleep soundly? Remember when we used to sleep holding hands? Or wake up and smile and shower each other with kisses full of love? Remember the long drives and stares and the back hugs and assurance that up until the end, we will be there, no matter how hard or sad or disappointing or unloving us may be? Remember these? 

Then, look at us now. We barely recognize nor treat each other well. The romantic, late night conversations turned into who-are-you messages. Remember when we chose not to talk to each other anymore? Now, I can clearly remember why we unwillingly communicate. Now, it's crystal clear why we are of different chapters and pages of the book already. We were tough. We were warriors. We come out strong and whole and we have withstand the loss. We journeyed back to each other and finally, our course has reached its end. We were never perfect but we had love. And we, unwilling lovers-turned-strangers, drifted and stood up. We became the kind of individuals who thought it would not be possible, but here we are. It's funny that we have channeled the inner soul-searcher in us and I am happy we did. The way time reminded us on how it can playfully deceive us, we managed to grow up and  withdraw from its attempts.

Remember when we were lovers? 

Remember? 

Now, forget.

Always,

Jhara

xoxo