My family has been staying in an Ortigas hotel for the holidays for the last 3 years. We love it because it’s directly connected to a mall.
The mall has a flower shop, Holland Tulips. It’s the first shop you see after getting off the escalator from the hotel’s 4th floor mall access. The past years, I would always take note of the shop. I didn’t know why. I could not associate it with any memory unlike the other shops where we bought stuff like my husband’s hiphop walking shorts.
Then yesterday afternoon, when I was absent-mindedly going down the escalator with my son, I suddenly remembered why that Holland Tulips was special. It was the flower shop I visited some 18 years ago where I ordered flowers to be delivered to a no labels whatchamacallit guy who started ghosting me. I sent the flowers as a last ditch effort to win him over to continue our no labels relationship. Of course, I did not succeed.
I was in a trance. I vividly remembered every detail like how the salesperson gave me the card and the pen and asked me to write a message. With those memories came a flashback of the pain I felt at that time.
It’s funny how people often say that past is past and all’s well and forgiven and forgotten. In my case for instance, that whatchamacallit found his way back to me and I even ended up marrying him. But I guess painful memories don’t really go away. They stay with us forever. And no matter how hard we try to bury them deep within us, they still find a way to creep back in when we least expect it.
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