Because Remembering Is Sometimes The Best Way To Forget Someone …

- Everyone says time is the best medicine to forget someone I ever loved most. So who can answer whether it will take long enough to make one forget a person?
Is it 1 year, 2 years, 5 years or a lifetime? For me, until the last day I lived, I still remember clearly all the people I used to know. The past is not something you try to force yourself to forget, but the past is to remember. Remember is my way to forget someone.
Each of us has the right to choose for ourselves to look back on what has passed differently

. For old things that easily make people sad, most people try to avoid it, trying to create jobs to keep them busy whenever their mind detects signs of "the past rushing back". That is a "temporary" way of forgetting. One long day from morning to night, you struggle from one thing to another so that your memory doesn't have time to work, so your heart won't have a chance to hurt But then at the end of the day, once you have laid yourself on the bed and your eyes can't close, what can you do to cope with the memories that rush in after a day of being stopped? Then they must also gnaw at them amidst the creepy blackness.



In the middle of the night, only you and the hurt
When you drive alone on a busy road, there are always girls with their arms around their waist hugging their male friends. You try to keep your eyes straight ahead or look absently into a place where there is no sign of a couple hugging each other. You fear what you see will make you remember the old days, reminds you that you have been walked around the streets by someone too, and you used to hug someone so tightly.
Looking at them, looking back at themselves, two tears fell gently behind a sadness that was stirred by self-pity and regret. But how many times can you dodge those images then? There are two people hugging on the left side, two people hugging on the right, even in the front, there are two people hugging each other, what will be the stop for your gaze? Instead of avoiding them, why not try to accept them in a different way? I took a close look at the happiness of those strangers, I silently followed them just to see one person hugging one person. I remember everything you don't want to remember, I laughed and thought, "Back then there must be as many kids as I was jealous of me now." Yes, there is a throbbing sensation in the left chest, but looking at it every day, thinking about it every day, gradually I see that everything is actually not as terrible, the old memories are not as scary as they are.



Usually, it hurts a few times to stop it.
I embrace the past every time it wants to find me. When I listen to a sad song, I remember someone who is now called "ex", I cry. I will not remind myself that I will never hear it again a second time, but I casually listen to it all day long, listening to the boredom, listening until my tears do not even become more sad.
Souvenir gifts that I have received, I don't put it away or give it back, I leave it there and keep it. At first, gifts were what made me writhe with lost joy, but then when I kept thinking about it, I felt selfless, bland with those wriths, leaving me with joys. old, I'm happy and I'm in no pain.
The places where I used to hang out with someone until I met each other will not be banned by me, I will not find for myself another route if passing them is the easiest route.



Every time I passed, I kept looking at that, and I reminisced about what we went there and did before. Yes, there are times when I cry, sometimes seem unable to breathe, but then someone and the whole place will just be the things I have labeled "old", looking back to know they existed. because we no longer look back to hurt. Because, such pain is enough to get used to it.
After a few broken love stories, I figured the best way to forget those hurts is to try to remember them as much as I can. When I begin to remember something that once existed, I do not set them aside but on the contrary, I think about it as clearly as it happened yesterday. My heart is tight with the old happiness, my heart hurts when overwhelmed by pain. But, when the pain has reached its end, the moment that I call it "peak pain", everything seems to be very normal.




No one can hurt too many times for a reason, there will be times when you lose your senses and think about them like thinking about whether you need to eat 3 meals a day or a guy with long hair to get cut. For example, we have a wardrobe, no matter how much we try to cram it, it can only hold a certain amount of clothes, when it is enough, it will stop receiving more. Our hearts, too, have a limit to their grief. Painful enough and then will be peaceful.
The past is very beautiful if you know how to look at it and embrace it. If you just fold it up and put it in the deepest part of yourself, there's no guarantee.

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