Saturday, August 7, 2010

Remembering The Forgotten

I've forgotten how to play backgammon.

I remember you taught me how to play, until I could beat you at it.


I've forgotten to read.

The last book I read - and the one I read over and over again - was the one you forgot to pack when you left.


I've forgotten pool since the day you said goodbye.

The red graphite cue stick you gave me to replace the one I had that you lost remains untouched.


I've forgotten how to play mahjjong since you fled.

Red wine sometimes brings memories of those Sundays we spent.


I've forgotten how to sing since the day I gave up.

I've ruined my voice since then, smoking my croon into a croak.



J'ai oublie comment parler Francais.

Because I chose to stay instead of joining you in France.


I remember you.


Do you remember me?


I wish you would.


We loved each other.


Once.

20 comments:

  1. awww...

    having one of those nights eh?

    memories double the potency of alcohol, yeah?

    *hugs

    Labels: drunkblogging...

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  2. I remember you.
    Do you remember me?
    I wish you would.
    We loved each other.
    Once.

    (Damn You! Sumakit ang puso ko!)

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  3. case din ng selective memory?

    in fairness kay uirico at soltero, tandem sila kung mag-comment ah.. hmmm lol

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  4. sad and beautiful at the same time?

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  5. ton l'histoire - plein de tristesse :(

    *hugs*

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  6. nasaan na si rudeboy? what did you do to him? :P

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  7. That one must've cut real deep. :(

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  8. oh the what ifs... :-(

    bittersweet memories you have there, rudeboy, i hope you're ok...

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  9. Hey, I just wrote something similar. Great minds, rudeboy, great minds. :-)

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  10. Nice new blog layout! Love the colors! =)

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  11. aww... nice, i liked it...
    alcohol tends to bring out deeply buried emotions

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  12. Some memories carry with them the agony of the past and yet it does not matter in the remembering. For there was much life in that past, too. A life that was shared. And yes, a life lived with love.

    Nakakaiyak ha! :-(

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  13. Truth is we never really forget, merely find ways to coexist with it.

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  14. Someone/something must have opened this once beautiful memory.

    Hugs.

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  15. in memory, all is golden!

    rudeboy, am sure naaalala ka pa rin niya.
    though sometimes, i get to ask the same question 'bout this guy...

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  16. another love story that ended because of distance and time huh?

    *hugs* i feel you.

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  17. Rudeboy, you can learn to do all those things again =) If you want to, that is. Including to love again.

    Kane

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  18. I appreciate movies where the antagonist's story is explained. People are not who they are just because. There's always an explanation. It's not possible to be just jaded. Someone must've made you that way.

    Not that you're an antagonist even though you are rudeboy. lol I'm not saying you can't give Celia Rodriguez a run for her money either. Well, you know what I mean. haha

    We run our hands through our scars sometimes. It reminds us we are still human. *hugs*

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  19. A little late, but thank you, everyone, for your hugs and comments.

    It wasn't just one person I was thinking about in the entry. There were several - six, to be exact - that I had loved, and who loved me back.

    It's easy to say these were "lost loves," but I don't really believe you "lose" when you love. The relationships may not have lasted, but love itself, well - that just goes on.

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