Flashes.<\/p>\n
Bored. I was bored. Not just bored though, stupendously; unequivocally bored. The teacher at the head of the class kept groaning on about something – I couldn\u2019t remember what class I was in \u2013 that was actively killing off my brain cells. Not even the window outside and the big green world beyond could tickle my mind for even a moment. I fingered the keys in my pocket, fumbling and tumbling around in that tiny little space, trying to give my body something to do other than drop to sleep. It didn\u2019t take long for my mental stamina to run out; however, and soon after my head sank into my arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cDerrick!\u201d<\/p>\n
I jumped, my head flinging up and my arms pouncing the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re almost there, come on.\u201d<\/p>\n
I glanced at my surroundings. Trees whizzed by like arms swiping at the train, grass flowed under the overcast afternoon, a lake of green with lily pads of yellow crop. We were on a train, and my eyes blinked in disbelief as my memory caught up with me. The class was yesterday, today we were on the train to London, part of a school trip.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, yeah, coming.\u201d I stood, swung my bag onto my back, and followed my friend to the front of the train. God I was tired, my head was pounding like a drum. Dum dum dum. Throbbing. Pounding.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you ready to hear more!?\u201d The vocalist screamed at the top of his voice, the drummer throwing his sticks in the air and catching them, his tongue out, his head bobbing in feigned madness. The floor bounced with the bass, and I caught myself bouncing with it \u2013 jumping, even. Wednesday, day three, I forgot the eeriness of my memory loss, and enjoyed the heavy metal that scraped pleasurably against my ears. The band took a small break, and whilst they hydrated themselves and thanked the fans I caught a glimpse of luscious golden hair. I approached her, and fortunately for me found she was quite a loquacious young lady. I found myself staring into her eyes, silver but shining like the moon.<\/p>\n
My vision was blurred, drunk, and the wet emerald blades I sat on had stained my arse. The tree that stood tall and proud next to me had nothing to say, yet it simply whistled in the gentle breeze. Thursday night had been great, all my friends had gone home, but my drunk mind had decided it wanted to linger in the park just a little while longer\u2026 I could have sworn that there was someone next to me\u2026 Perhaps my imagination was at play. I went home, stumbled home, that someone flicked at the back of my mind.<\/p>\n
\u201cOuch!\u201d My hangover didn\u2019t take kindly to the finger that forcefully poked the back of my skull.<\/p>\n
\u201cMorning. How\u2019s the hangover? Last night was great!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBrutal. Must\u2019ve had a good night, though I don\u2019t remember most of it.\u201d I scratched the back of my head and gave an nervous smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she go home with you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe?\u201d<\/p>\n
My friend gave me a weird look, questioning if I was joking with him.<\/p>\n
\u201cMia? Your girlfriend?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMia? I don\u2019t have a girlfriend, what are you talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you having me on? We spent all last night with her! You\u2019ve spent all week seeing her! You know, before we go to uni!\u201d<\/p>\n
Confused, terrified, I backed off, faking a laugh and saying \u201cI\u2019m joking with you!\u201d<\/p>\n
After taking the punishment he laid out for me, a knuggy and a few pokes at my ribs, I slinked away to the bathroom. What was happening? Was I literally forgetting entire parts of my life?<\/p>\n
It wouldn\u2019t take me long to figure out. Nowadays I live half days, mostly at work, I see some weekends if I\u2019m lucky. There\u2019s something about her, something about that woman, that I know a part of me loves; I stuck with her through uni, through my whole life, we\u2019re married for gods sake! But there\u2019s something about her, something dazzling. I don\u2019t remember a single moment I spend with her.<\/p>\n
Have you ever tried to love someone you\u2019ve never seen, met, or even know? Somehow\u2026 It\u2019s comforting to know that the me that does see her, the me that gets his memory back, the me that lives happily at home and remembers having this ring slid onto his finger, is in love. For him, for me, I\u2019ll live this side of his life, the work, the stress, the empty side.<\/p>\n
Have you ever tried to love someone you don\u2019t know? Somehow, its easier.<\/p>\n