31st of January 2016
In trying to forget, I blocked all the good memories. And you from Facebook, Instagram, WhatsApp and any other social media I could. Now, that was all fine in the forgetting and getting over process. Because how else would I move on, right? But now that I’m over us, I’d like to look back and remember the good times. Here’s the catch. There are no memories of that. See above. And I found myself wondering why we were together in the first place.
And then it hit me. Because we loved each other. On and off. Fights and all. Different belief systems and all. I did go to freaking Kalithea for you, didn’t I?
I realised that I feel the same towards Sønderborg. And I don’t want that. I had great times in there. And I want to remember that. But most of the times I just can’t. And while it’s healthy to block memories when it hurts, I would very much like the unblock option, for when you just want to look back and say “Damn, those were some good times there!”. I believe we are the sum of our experiences. And I don’t want to forget who I am.
So today I’m grateful for remembering. Remembering that it was amazing. And I’ll do my best not to ever forget it again.