Sometimes, before I go to sleep

I call to God and ask:

“Why am I born this way?

Why do I always stare at the space, and then

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The memories are gone?

Why me, of all people?”

I’m just a teen, but yet

I think I’m suffering from an illness called

Forgetfulness.

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I’m afraid that later,

When we walk hand in hand

Together

You would give me white roses

But I would just stare at the pure whiteness of them, and then

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What are these flowers for?

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I’m afraid that later,

When you take me to the middle of the streets

In the middle of billions of cars

In the midst of the crowd

You would profess your love to me

It would be funny to think that you got this from a drama

But I would just stare at the night lights, and then

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Where am I?

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I’m afraid that later,

When we look at our high school yearbooks

Just to go back to our youth

I would look at your smile and deep dimples and say,

“You were so innocent, and so was I.

And that’s what we loved about each other.”

But I would just stare at your picture, and then

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Which one is my first love?

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I’m afraid that later,

When I close my eyes

And you would touch my cheeks

With tenderness

You would kiss me passionately

Then, when I open my eyes

I would just stare at your deep brown eyes, and then

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Why did you do that to me?

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And finally, I’m very afraid that later,

When you remove the strands of my hair from my face

And tuck them in behind my ear

You would whisper to me

Oh, so slowly

“I love you, you are my life”

And you would kiss me on my forehead,

But I would just listen to the sound of your breathing, and then

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Who are you?

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I’m no neurologist

And learning anatomy and physiology isn’t going to help

But I think I found the cure

I don’t know if this will work

But it’s worth trying

The cure is

You.

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This is why this poem was written

This will be the evidence of our love

And when people read this poem

They will be witnesses of our love

So that when I forget about our love,

I would just read this poem, and then

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This was the first romantic poem that I wrote to him

Because it is from strong feelings that I get the strength to write.

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This is also why I always keep our memorabilia

From swan origamis to driedd white roses

These things symbolize our love.

So that when I forget about our love,

I would just stare at them, and then

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These things remind me of him.

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This is also why I take tons of pictures of us

These photos will remind me that

This kind of love existed

So that when I forget about our love

I would just look at the pictures, and then

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He is my first and hopefully my last love.

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This is why you are here with me

You are my constant reminder

My cure to my

Forgetfulness.

You might always say “Forget me not!”

And I would answer ‘Why would I?”

Because later, I might forget about you.

But all you have to do is come close to me

And whisper

“I love you.”

And then,

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“I believe you.

I love you, too.”