Blessed are the Forgetful

I don’t know if this will ever change. I know I told you I am over you and want to forget about you or everything that I did was so that I can finally get over you, and move on, but the truth is, I don’t think I am. I have been thinking a lot about you lately and it’s not even that I still feel that way for you (because honestly I don’t) but more because I literally cut you from my life. For you it was sudden and maybe surpising and I feel that I never got closure. I don’t know what I want, really, but I know the way I left things affected the way I feel now. I feel it is too late to act upon what I am saying since the damage has been done, but I hope somehow you know this. I really don’t know what I want. All I know is I want to forget you. To forget you because the memories, the remeniscing, and the constant daily thoughts cause me to feel so much pain. I hate remembering all the good times we had, all the laughs, all the walks, all the talks, all the fun, all the hugs, and all the years we’ve known eachother. It hurts. I envy the fact that you have forgotten a lot of those memories I tend to refer back to.