Zawsze in Love

On my way to school, I couldn't stop thinking about the flashes I've been having the past few days. I think that I'm just a bit exhausted and just having troubles getting used to my new life. Anyways, I reached the campus, went to class, took down some notes and do what I usually do. As my professor was discussing a certain topic about philosophy, he mentioned a statement I was sure I've heard before, but couldn't really tell where, how or from whom. One thing was for sure, I know that the phrase was close to my heart. For some reason, I felt extremely sad and had a sense of regret having to hear the statement, though it's meaning is actually very happy. "Zawsze in love.", which literally translates to "always in love".

The phrase made me shed a tear though I couldn't explain the reason why it did. As I tried to cover my emotions up, I saw from the corner of my eye that Rose was looking at me with pain in her eyes. It was as if she was feeling the same way I did. That was the moment it hit me. I thought I might have the answer to who the girl in my memory is.

After classes were over, I rushed over to Rose to ask her about my memory. She replied, "What makes you think I am that girl? Do you have any basis?" I said, "It's just a hunch. That phrase that the professor said. Was it really coincidental that you looked at me with so much sadness in your eyes? It seemed to me that it wasn't simply empathy. It seemed like... like... like you were feeling the same way I did."

She laughed hysterically. "What?! I was just wondering why you were crying over such a lame, cheesy phrase. I was ridiculing you in my mind you... you... you blockhead."

"Stop lying! I just want to know the truth. Can you just tell me what you know?!", I said agitatedly.

She replied, "You really want to know what I know? I know that you're going crazy, Jake. You're crazy. You better stop this or I'm telling the Dean on you."

"So, there really is nothing you know? Because if there is, I'm begging you, tell me. I feel like there's a gap in my memory I don't know about. Please. Save me from this distress.", I said desperately.

"Nothing. I don't know anything about what you're talking about. Don't talk to me about it ever again. Besides, your memory gaps have nothing to do with me. If you wanted to be closer with me, you should just have said so. If you wanted to court me, you should have said so. There's no use trying to win me over by doing something like this.", she said while packing her things up and getting ready to leave.

"But I...", I couldn't really think of anything to say. If anything, I thought that everything she said was out of this world. Me? Make a move on her? She's a psychopath, alright. But, does she really not know anything? But then her reaction on that statement looked so genuine. I was going to ask her one last time, but she ended up leaving hurriedly so I couldn't stop her. Guess I didn't gain anything out of that conversation. Oh, except for the fact that she turned me into a hopeless boy romantic who tries to score on her by being a weirdo. *Sigh...