MELODY

MELODY

“I don’t want to remember

the things we use to do,

All the things that reminds me of you...”

             As my last song syndrome started to attack again, the memory of the past flashed back at a glimpse of the song..

…it all started in the first grade, when two souls suddenly intertwine. I always feel intoxicated whenever I look around and see no familiar faces I want especially my mom, so I just sit there in the middle of the class, teary eyed, waiting for my superhero to fly me into the clouds , or an invisible friend who can talk to me like a human being or maybe just a ghost- rider- alien- sidekick in hairy body and big eyes like “ferbus” who will make me appreciate the existence of happiness. Well, expect the unexpected; a simple hand reached out towards me awakening my unconscious daydreaming imagination. A girl of gleaming eyes, stare at me as though she completely understands me. Between her smiles is a courteous welcome that seems so inviting, and then slowly spark our first approach of being friends.

              Days, weeks, years later of odds and ends brought me to realize that every stumble won’t happen again. Every time  she says “you can do it friend”, reached within my ears, yet still effective enough to give me courage; every music we’ve shared and internalize leave certain spots unto my heart; every equation we formulated in Math; every experiments in the lab, little by little hipper my hands to pitch again. Such never- ending sorry and goodbyes my ears longed for years. I never thought time can be so cruel ..to let me repeatedly realize how stupid I am to leave the words unsaid and done.

Regrets..

        It made me feel weak remembering my last high school birthday with her after she had given me the most precious gift, her smiles.

I wonder why the happier the memories recalled, the greater loneliness I feel, the opposite bounced me back, ironic, right? But this cold story of us never ends this way. The world of our own truly befriended by change. Now that our path converge in separate ways, all I’ve got was a memory, a song I love to sing, reminiscing the past that once brought me to wonderland. Hope there’s still chance for me to speak out those six letter word that spelled her name, MELODY.

                     “I don’t want to hear those songs

     the songs we use to sing,

Coz I don’t wanna feel

the pain in my heart”.

Author's Note

for my best friend since grade 1 :)

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