THE DIAGNOSIS

Well, I exactly do not know why I am typing my memories away in this website. Probably I was in it for the thrill I couldn’t remember the next day or I might not ee-ven post about it tomorrow. Just back from the hospital with the diagnosis of ANTEROGRADE AMNESIA. Part of me is honestly happy about my defect because I am going through a breakup. He is the love of my life. I don’t want to reveal his name. Say, let’s keep Jaanu as his name in this journal. Him and I- not the normal type of love. Not consuming, not barely breathing without each other. It was the type of love which made me wanna live good for him. It was the type of love that made us wanna grow up together. It was a love with an entirety of life and friendship. I will never love another soul like I loved him. Not even him if at all he is gonna find his way back to me. Yes,. LOVED. It is the most crucial word to exist. How can it exist in a past tense when every pore in my body sweats his memories ? I guess that is why I have been blessed with this defect. STAY.