
Account of the Witness
by VON ZYRON P. ALIMORONG
I HAVE sat at many tables and walked many roads, accompanying two lovers and seen them drown in love. I have also seen many of these lovers grow apart, often turning into bad memories or to strangers—and me, their sole witness. The lucky ones would remain acquainted. The usual ones, however, would act like ghosts toward one another. Their reasons vary for becoming like so. But in most of them, the other half would suddenly give up swimming in a sea as vast and dangerous as love. It takes a certain courage to remain in that sea. So for some, the shore seems to be a better place to remain in. And in returning to safer shores, they would leave their partner floating all alone. Their partner, who once knew how to swim and where to go, would be lost and confused...