staying alive

Entry # 2

Remember him for it is only in memory that he can stay alive.

It took me two years to know him and how dead he was, but it only took me two weeks to forget him. It was not that I didn’t love him; it was just easier for me not to feel hurt by forgetting him. It was like forgetting a beautiful but tragic dream – so beautiful that it couldn’t have been real.

It seemed surreal that I could feel his heat. I knew there was something wrong – he was cold and hot at the same time. Yes, I forgot him, but not how he made me feel. His face, his laugh, his skin, I have forgotten, but not how I cursed under my breath when he was near.

Here I am writing his story. I cannot forget how I loved him.