Last weekend made me realize how much I actually forgot.
When my wound was still fresh, everything about him would make my heart ache. In the beginning I’d be reminded of him all the time. No matter where I was or with whom I was. Whenever I saw something funny I’d feel the urge to tell him about it. At the train I’d see the seats where we used to sit. What we used to talk about, the things we ate or love. Every single thing reminded me of him and it hurt.
However, last weekend made me realize that I’ve forgotten a lot about him. Some of the memories came back and that’s when I noticed I had forgotten about those. It made me feel quite good actually. I’ve come a long way to get this far and I’m doing great. My last post.. was just a momentarily weakness.