VSS365

Memory Loss

3 personal micro-stories

Waiting

Passing by the bridge multiple times this year, a flashback shyly makes its way towards me. Eight years ago I was standing there, waiting for a mystery man.

I can’t recall what he looked like, and I vaguely remember what we did. Depression and anxiety claimed those memories; I’m absolved.

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The Number

Conversing with my unconscious:

“Would it change anything if I told you the exact number? I just don’t remember.” “Does this make me a bad person?” “I wasn’t careless. Maybe I simply didn’t care enough to ensure that some memories will stick around.” “Or, maybe they just weren’t worth it.”

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Who Are You?

“I never believed I’d see you again… You disappeared.” “I do that.” “You have no clue who I am, right?” “No, I remember.” “We had a great time!” “Sure!” “I’m married now.” “Nice…” “Would you join us sometime?” “I’ll let you know.”

I still have no idea who she was.

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