The Last Pages of my Memory

Until the Last Page

Feeling ko, I am giving them a hard time helping me out with my condition.

I was in the middle of my little drama when someone knocked on the door. Another visitor.

"Come in." I said loud enough for him or her or whoever was outside the door to hear.

The door slowly opened and a guy, probably the same age as mine, which is according to the note says I am 16 years old, peeked in.

"H-hi." He said shyly. Who is he to me?

"Who are you?" I said since I can't even remember him.

He walked in and sat down the chair beside my table. Before he spoke, he let out a deep sigh.

"It is getting worse as days pass by, isn't it?" He said in a deep, manly voice. Handsome.

"Why? Who are you? Who are you to me?" I said straightly.

He stood up and walked near to me and held my hand. I just looked at him with confusion.

"I am your boyfriend. Jake Jimenez. Write that down on your green sticky note, Babe." And then he kissed my right hand.

Boyfriend? as in, yung magpartner na girl and boy?

"B-boyfriend? Since when?" tanong ko ulit.

"Since 2 years ago. Wait a minute." He stood up and get my green sticky note.

he then scribbled something on it. After that, he gave me the note.

"Read that."

Your boyfriend is Jake Jimenez. He visits you every 3:00 p.m because that's the only time he is free. Pakabait ka sakanya ha? <3

"Silly." I said with a smile as I read the last part.

"Your mom visited you?" he asked.

"Mommy Therese? Yes. She did. Uh, J-Jake, can I ask you something?" I hesitantly uttered his name. 

"Anything for you my darling." He smiled at me genuinely. I guess, I really love this person even before the accident, which I can't remember anymore. And no one dared to open-up the details about it.

"Can you tell me about my family? I mean, anything about me? I know it sucks. Asking such question which I will soon forget before the day ends."

I frowned a little bit.

I felt like a puzzle piece misplaced and I don't even know where puzzle do I belong.

"Hmm. It's okay. Wala namang masama kung tatanungin ko yan. I'm used to it." He smiled after saying those words pero ewan ko. Basta, parang naguilty ako sa huli niyang sinabi.

I'm used to it. Hindi ba siya naiirita saakin?

"Tell me Jake, naiirita ka ba saakin?" I saw crooked lines form on his forehead with an asking eyes.

"What do you mean by that?" nagtataka pa rin siya dahil sa sinabi ko.

I breathed deeply before repeating what I have said.

"Naiirita ka ba saakin? Kasi, Who knows kung ilang araw na ba akong nandito. And siguro, ilang beses ko na ring tinanong yun."

I saw his face grew up in shock. What? Did I say something wrong?

Before he answered my question, he breathed deeply and sat next to me.

"No matter how many times you ask me the same question, I'll never get tired or irritated on you. If that's what makes my darling happy. then I'm on it."