I could have sworn I finally forgot what you looked like. I thought to myself, if I’ll never forget the pain you caused, I should at least forget how you look like.
I should forget how deep your dimple piercings were and how I used to love playing with them. I should forget how your eyes, though small, were the most beautiful pair I’ve had the privilege of gazing at. I should forget how you had the most lushest lips I had pressed against my lips.
I should at least forget the details on your face, so that I may at least be able to miss you in a crowd and not be reminded of what I lost.
After so long I believed that I did it; I finally forgot what he was like.
But today I found out I was wrong.
Out of the blue, I had a detailed image of you in my head. So detailed, that as I scanned across the mental image, It ticked off all the points of details I remembered. No idea what triggered this, but whatever. It’s done.
What made it worse was, it was a moving picture. Watching you move, made it more painful. As I watched you move, I felt my heart burn like corrosive acid on skin.
I felt alive with emotion yet dead with no hope.
So with this, I’ll try to forget you again from today.