on forgetting

"You left the shampoo bottle uncapped again," I shouted from the bathroom. I wasn't picking a fight or anything. I just remembered this thing a friend told me about how there are little particles of shit in all bathrooms and I didn't want that stuff in my hair.

There was no response from him so I peeked out of the bathroom, my body safe behind the wall.

"Did you hear me? I said you forgot the…"

"The shampoo bottle. Got it," he said, barely lifting his head from the laptop. I smiled at him, letting him know I wasn't flying off the handle. He smiled back, a hurried one at first but then when he saw that this was something that genuinely bothered me, he eased back with a sharp exhale.

"It's a small thing really but it's slowly driving me nuts. Last week, you left the fridge door open and I had to throw out some meat."

"I'm sorry for being forgetful but…"

"But?" I interjected, my pitch a little too high for comfort.

"But I'm not the only one," he said with a chuckle. He pointed his lips towards the outlet. My cellphone charger was plugged in, the cord left hanging like a headless snake. "Don't blame me if you set your apartment on fire."

I laughed, a genuine one at least. How have we become so forgetful?

"What are we going to do?" I asked. "They say love is about remembering, about keeping track of the minute details of each and everyday, and I just don't think we have the mental capacity to remember all that!" I pictured us grey and old, forgetting to unplug appliances and cap shampoo bottles. What will we fail to remember next?

"Well at least we'd have each other," he said, finality in his tone. Conversation over. I shut the door and showered in peace. With wet fingers, I searched my phone for a familiar song. If he paid attention, he'd hear the prayer of my heart.

I wish I wasn't so fragile.
Because I know I'm not easy to handle.

Oh, baby please.
Don't forget you love me.
Don't forget you love me today.

Oh, my baby please.
Don't forget you love me.
Don't forget you love me today.

Well at least we'd have each other. With that, I knew I would gladly forget about everything in the world except for one thing – him.

♫: Schuyler Fisk | Fall Apart Today (2009)

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HELLO! So I updated my music player to HTML5 with an option for Flash on older browsers. I'm going to sincerely make an effort to pay attention to this space this year. I've also set up a Facebook page which you can like here (please? pretty please?). I haven't really done anything to it but I fully intend to one of these days!