Remind Me Again

Post Introduction

POST INTRODUCTION: TAMARA’S POV

“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”

~Romeo and Juliet (Quote Act II, Scene II); Shakespeare

The Amnesiac Files:

June 12, 2012

Entry #56

The scientists believed that memories are captured and stored by two separate parts of the brain; the hippocampus, the normal seat of memory and the amygdala, one of the brain’s emotional centers. The brain is designed to preserve emotionally strong memories. Even the amnesiacs, under the right circumstances, can remember their past feelings. (via Mr. Wikipedia)

My story is exactly your story, only that I am chapters behind.

I don’t even know how I should start with this thing. It’s called a journal. I know. It’s the synonym of a diary with a different spelling but almost similar to meaning.

This whole set up is a butt crap. My parents should have known better. They should not have wasted their money on taking me to this mental facility. It’s worst than being thrown into prison. I’d rather be at home where I could be indulged in the matters of not forgetting anything.

So, this is my 56th entry, journal. Yey! And before I could forget to tell you about it, I should probably start talking— in your case, writing now. It’s about this boy that concerns me. I don’t want to flip on the pages of you just to forget what I should write to you right now. I am afraid that if I would just stop and flip those pages, I wouldn’t be able to write this into your pages.

His name is Ivan Patricks.

I don’t know why I feel like I’ve known him before or maybe after the accident but I couldn’t just remember his face. But I know, and I believe in my heart, I can feel it in my bones, that I’ve known him for some time. I don’t know when, I don’t know how but the feeling keeps on gnawing me inside. It feels like he has known me and he has introduced himself to me for several times. But if he did, why can’t I remember him? I wanted to know, journal.

I have no idea who he is or where he came from. But he’s very cute. :)

I am hoping that if ever I get to meet him again by tomorrow, I’ll be able to remember him. If not, I will cling to you again for the answers… well, that is, if I would remember to visit your pages.

I just want some answers so badly. It’s very hard to think and understand when there’s a possibility that after I write this now to you, I’ll later on forget that I did.

Well, I’ll wait for another tomorrow…

Without wax,

Tamara <3

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