Monday, February 27, 2006

The art of forgetting

It’s been a few weeks since it all exploded in one big poof of smoke. That anticlimax moment, a sudden revelation at the futility of it all. I thought I was resigned to and accepted it and I thought I had moved on. Weeks after, I’ve been meeting and making new friends, expanding my social circle, as though to replace this one that I had just lost.

But suddenly last night, it all came rushing back to me. I simply have not forgotten. There were no scars, no anger, trauma, emotional ties. No sadness, hate, love, remorse, guilt, heartbreak. But there was regret. A what if that will never come to fruition.

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