I was born to a Chinese-Filipino family and grew up in Japan. Unluckily, I was born as an only child. I’ve moved a lot, almost always back and forth, from America to Japan. I’m fluent in one language: English. I was fluent in Japanese but, because it wasn’t my first language, it was hard to retain what I knew after living in America for more than 3 years and going back and forth from Japan to Philippines 4 years before that. I’ve also traveled in Europe a couple of times. I don’t think I’ve retained any memories from all the traveling I’ve done.
To say that there’s only been a countable amount of people I can really remember is an exaggeration. I have memories of tons of people… but are they detailed? The answer would be a no. It’s a sin to say, I remember Aira the most.
Last February 20, I turned 19. I laugh when I think that Aira believed that I was born in 1992 like her but she shouldn’t have assumed. Right? I can’t believe all this time, she thought I was younger than her. I’m only almost exactly a year older.
You see, my memories of her are vivid.
There goes one memory of her. Oh, just the other day… well a few days ago, I was hanging out with Aira and because I hadn’t seen her in a while, I wanted to get a pic of her. She wouldn’t let me take a full picture. Once she covered her eyes. It’s now her favorite.
I won’t go off on an endless speech about Aira. Back to what I was saying, I’m not one to remember a lot of the things that happen to me. I live for the moment? No, not really. When I was in 7th grade, Ryan and I got into an accident. First one I asked for was Aira. That was way before I met Aoi.
I met Aoi during my flight to the Philippines. I was gonna visit my cousin Ten Ten. She was on a vacation with her family and my dad was busy with work that summer so, what better way to spend summer than with my awesomest Ten Ten. (I should tell you, I was engaged to her for a while. We both hated it. Aira saved us. It’s a long story that can be saved for another day.)
Anyway, I stood up from my seat in the plain to help her out. Something you can only imagine to happen in a plane. Right? At that time, Aira and I had just figured things out between us. And as a reflex, I didn’t feel anything for Aoi. Oh, by the way. Aira’s name isn’t Aira (if you didn’t know already and Aoi’s name isn’t Aoi. I just call her that cause when we’re both a big fan of Aoi from the Japanese band, Gazette.)
Okay, I should really learn how to stay on topic.
During that 14 hour flight, cause you know things just happen, we got to know each other. It turned out that she was a close friend of my family. So guess what… she was on that plane to go to the Philippines to meet up with my cousin. -_-! She’s not half though. She’s full Japanese, where as Ten Ten is half Chinese half Japanese. I remember how she was wearing this black and yellow sundress. No sweater, just a white-T that she wore over the dress. She had on a silver necklace with a daisy pendant. I’m pretty sure it was custom made.
On our 1month anniversary, I bought her a new silver chain. I had made it myself… I have my connections. Don’t ask. Of course… She gave it back.
Hey… I do have a very vivid memory of someone other than Aira. I wish I could continue remembering her and not the guilt I feel.
