“Who is she?”
“She’s ______”
“Oh.”
Sigh…. that 1 word… no, it’s not even a word… just a sound, “oh”, but there was so much encapsulated in it.
Met an old old friend (er, yes, we were together for a short while too) on Friday night as i was leaving MOS. He was with his usual gang of friends… and i actually recognised most of them. Sigh. All except 1 guy whom i hadn’t seen in a very long time… he was the one who asked who i was… and upon hearing my name, he went, “Oh.”
I pretended not to hear that short exchange and said my goodbyes and left. I wonder what went through his mind when he realised who i was? Too much history, too much memories. But that’s the strange thing about memories. They have no hold over the present… and have little bearing over the future. But yet, they can never be erased. Then again… that’s all there is to it. Memories.
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