What if your entire life was created for the soul purpose of doing a single thing to interact with someone else. What if that someone else was destined for something greater, the main character as some might call it. Your only purpose is accidently bumping their shoulder on the street, causing them to drop whatever they were holding? If that were the case, what purpose would your life serve, if any at all?
My boyfriend and I were at home, enjoying a meal he'd brought home after he'd gotten off work. How'd he know I loved Chinese food so much?
There was nothing I loved more than spending time with my boyfriend, Mike. I remember us meeting like it was yesterday. And all the times we spent together before eventually getting an apartment together. He was a hard worker at a lumber company while I stayed home and made sure everything around the house was okay. I was perfectly fine with working, don't get me wrong, he just wasn't a fan of me working. He claimed that it should be the man's responsibility to bring home the money. I wasn't about to argue, I loved having a vacation from working hard everyday. My only job was making sure he was happy.
As I ate another mouthful of rice, when he asked me a question.
"Babe, what were you like as a kid?" he asked. "I've never heard you talk much about your past."
"Well, I was..." I paused. What was I like as a kid? My childhood is something that hadn't crossed my mind in longer than I could remember.
"Do you not remember either?" he asked, dropping his fork down onto the table.
"What do you mean either?" I asked. "Do you not remember your childhood?"
He shook his head. "And earlier today, I went to call my mom but my phone reacted as though it was a dead number. Does my mom not exist?"
What was he talking about? I suggested to him that perhaps his mom had just changed her number. He said he asked his little sister that was too young to move away on her own and she had no recollection of living with her. She didn't even have anything to say about their father.
I was beyond shocked. How could the world just suddenly alter to rip those people out of existence? I reached for my phone to dial my mom, but her contact wasn't in my phone. I went onto social media and couldn't find my mom, nor even my grandma on there anywhere. What the hell was happening to reality?
I tried as hard as I could to think back to my childhood. There wasn't a single thing, not even my mother's face at this point, that stood out to me. I tried thinking back to my earliest memory.
School? There was nothing.
Dating? There was nothing.
In fact, the earliest memory I could draw up was a month or so before Mike and I had even met. And this was the party of a friend that I must have been friends with before, for this was eventually how my man and I had even met.
Why was it that my earliest memory was centered around something that lead up to meeting my current boyfriend? And why were both of our parents missing from existence?
As I still had my phone out on social media, I saw a multitude of posts claiming that the same thing was happening to them. The could remember nothing before A year ago. We were lucky to have at least remembered meeting if this was the case worldwide.
The only thing my man and I could do was comfort each other, as there was nothing else we could do for a crumbling reality.
As days further progressed, we began losing more and more months from our lives. And the people nobody could remember would come up missing. There was a mass of people that had no idea what was going on and confused as hell by all the missing posters, especially those without a face.
My man and I were incredibly lucky to have each other. We were with each other almost every day, so we would easily find ourselves in each others lives. Although something truly terrifying haunts my thoughts. The earliest thing we remember is when we stopped just being friends and made our dating official. It was the one memory that held us close. What is going to happen to us when that day is also forgotten?
My boyfriend and I were at home, enjoying a meal he'd brought home after he'd gotten off work. How'd he know I loved Chinese food so much?
There was nothing I loved more than spending time with my boyfriend, Mike. I remember us meeting like it was yesterday. And all the times we spent together before eventually getting an apartment together. He was a hard worker at a lumber company while I stayed home and made sure everything around the house was okay. I was perfectly fine with working, don't get me wrong, he just wasn't a fan of me working. He claimed that it should be the man's responsibility to bring home the money. I wasn't about to argue, I loved having a vacation from working hard everyday. My only job was making sure he was happy.
As I ate another mouthful of rice, when he asked me a question.
"Babe, what were you like as a kid?" he asked. "I've never heard you talk much about your past."
"Well, I was..." I paused. What was I like as a kid? My childhood is something that hadn't crossed my mind in longer than I could remember.
"Do you not remember either?" he asked, dropping his fork down onto the table.
"What do you mean either?" I asked. "Do you not remember your childhood?"
He shook his head. "And earlier today, I went to call my mom but my phone reacted as though it was a dead number. Does my mom not exist?"
What was he talking about? I suggested to him that perhaps his mom had just changed her number. He said he asked his little sister that was too young to move away on her own and she had no recollection of living with her. She didn't even have anything to say about their father.
I was beyond shocked. How could the world just suddenly alter to rip those people out of existence? I reached for my phone to dial my mom, but her contact wasn't in my phone. I went onto social media and couldn't find my mom, nor even my grandma on there anywhere. What the hell was happening to reality?
I tried as hard as I could to think back to my childhood. There wasn't a single thing, not even my mother's face at this point, that stood out to me. I tried thinking back to my earliest memory.
School? There was nothing.
Dating? There was nothing.
In fact, the earliest memory I could draw up was a month or so before Mike and I had even met. And this was the party of a friend that I must have been friends with before, for this was eventually how my man and I had even met.
Why was it that my earliest memory was centered around something that lead up to meeting my current boyfriend? And why were both of our parents missing from existence?
As I still had my phone out on social media, I saw a multitude of posts claiming that the same thing was happening to them. The could remember nothing before A year ago. We were lucky to have at least remembered meeting if this was the case worldwide.
The only thing my man and I could do was comfort each other, as there was nothing else we could do for a crumbling reality.
As days further progressed, we began losing more and more months from our lives. And the people nobody could remember would come up missing. There was a mass of people that had no idea what was going on and confused as hell by all the missing posters, especially those without a face.
My man and I were incredibly lucky to have each other. We were with each other almost every day, so we would easily find ourselves in each others lives. Although something truly terrifying haunts my thoughts. The earliest thing we remember is when we stopped just being friends and made our dating official. It was the one memory that held us close. What is going to happen to us when that day is also forgotten?
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