Year after year, I revisit the same days. That’s what makes it harder I guess: those godawful days on the calendar shouting at me, reminding me of those hours.
If it were up to me, I would burn all those days. You finally achieved what you wanted in the first place. You placed the idea in my mind long time ago before everything. You knew it would come to this.
I disagreed with you then, but now I feel I can entertain the thought of erasing those days from memory. And you know why I would want to do that: not to forget you, no. To not be the person I am today because of how you left me.
Forgetting you won’t achieve anything. Remembering you doesn’t build the pain and remorse. Being reminded of who I used to be does.