Forgetting

          I have always felt insulted when someone says "akala ko nakalimutan mo na ako" and/or "naaalala mo rin pala ako" because it is impossible for a certain person to forget someone he once knew especially when they have been so close since childhood. The first time that stimulated my curiosity about forgetting people is that when I got the chance to talk indirectly with my first friend and childhood friend whom I have not seen nor talk to for approximately nine years, aunty Susan, her mom and best friend of mama, asked her if she still remember me, and all she said was no. "Okay," I said to myself. How could she possibly forget about me when I did not even forget about her and even the small things we did together. I remember when I was at five or six, I was comforting her and talking to her until we went home to cheer her up, when she was scolded by aunty Susan. I remember when we were in the zoo, we rode a powered riding animal together; we do even have a picture together in our house. Nah but since she already forgot about me, I cannot do anything about it. I then realized, sometimes, there are things that are, maybe, meant to be forgotten. Hmm. If I was asked if I would ever forget a person, the answer is no...or maybe the name, but never the face. 

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