I’m not good at forgetting the way I had loved so fiercely, feeling comforted by those stars, those lights thousands of feet below.
I wish forgetting your place in my life was as easy for me as it has been for you. I wish walking away would’ve been my decision instead of yours.
You can forgive. And you can forget. You can do this.
This is where my story ends.
Goodbyes are endings, but memories stay. Feelings last.
The art of forgetting you
The pain, the torment
The lust, the love
All of you…
That is an art form I have not mastered yet.
I deserve to be loved, appreciated, or at least be appreciated as much as I appreciate the other person. Loving is not one-sided. You made me feel as if I wasn’t capable of receiving that.
Forgetting is so long, simply because we remember first what we want to forget.
Because the truth is ‘busy’ will only numb the pain, it won’t heal it. It will only conceal the scars but the wounds are still there.