Slightly Fictionous

The party was drowning on me, and then I saw you.

I swallowed a big, fat saliva. You looked familiar, but I could not quite recall your name - the usual syndrome I was forever cursed with.

I wanted to say, "Hello, how are you doing?"

But then you would start saying that you’re fine and you’d start talking about those days. Those good old days I could barely remember. Even worse, in my poor memory your face’s a fading image and your name’s a blank I could not fill in.

I couldn’t go to you and say, “Hello, Blank! It's been ages Blank, how have you been??!”, could I?

So, what was I to do?

You looked really happy to see me as you walked excitedly towards me, with that bright smile of yours. And your eyes, they were pretty brilliant too.

Damn the poor memory, I thought to myself as guilt washed over me. How could I not recall at the very least, the name of my closest friends in the past??

“Hey Ani, it’s been ages!” you proclaimed as you gave me a warm, familiar hug, and sat next to me on the funky, pink couch. “Hello,” I said, smiling. “I’m not Ani, my name is A-Jay.”

"But of course! It must have been the hair, it totally changed you!"

My hair style has never changed. But it’s good to know you have that confidence in you, heheh. Indeed, it's the thought that counts :)