K had recognized me as an Aliguka girl the first time he met me that day.
“We met in Blogger cafe, don’t you remember?”, he wondered.
No, I don’t.
He still remembers what conversation we had that day in the cafe. Like it has just happened yesterday. He remembers what outfit I wore, what sentences I said, word per word. He remembers, but I don’t. I don’t have any memories of him left in my brain.
Which is so strange.
Because he remembers one particular person meeting him in the past while there are some people he sometimes forgets. People come and go, but he still remembers the girl who sold Aliguka’s premiere tickets in the cafe, many years ago.
And I really like him with every word I could say or write here. I like him not only because he always reminds me that he loves me, but also what he shows me.