Why do people find forgetting to be discomforting? If you ask me, I would tell you it’s the best thing that ever existed in the world.
Forgetting the good will help you not miss it and forgetting the bad, oh well, you already know. But sometimes it’s good to remember. Remember the hurt. Remember the pain. Remember how you were broken apart. Remember how you cried in pain the day you left.
And then keep the pain in your notes. Read it every time a nice guy with kind eyes approaches you. And, if your recollection of hurt and pain does not stop you from giving him a chance, let him bulldoze your heart, let him hurt you until you are broken down to pieces. If you have to give him yourself, do it with your whole heart so that you can never forget how it feels.
Then take notes. Take notes of how he destroyed you, broke you, and made you fall apart.
You see, as long as you remember this, you will know how to rebuild yourself. You will put yourself piece by piece together and you will remember each step.
Because in remembering the pain, there comes caution. The more you remember your hurt, the lesser the chances of you keeping your heart on your sleeve. And, if you are as naive as me, who sees the world with rainbow colored glasses, remembering your pain is a must.
Remember the bad – the awful melancholy, pain, rage, sadness, heartbreak, lest they be repeated.
But,
Forget him. If you come across a photograph of you together, be unable to identify him and yourself. As if somebody else had lived that life in your body, smiled at the camera with your teeth, hugged him with your hands, and kissed him with your lips. Forget it all as if that ‘you’ and that ‘him’ never existed.
Take notes.
Forget him. Remember the pain.