I choose to remember: 1. The first time I met you and promptly ignored you. 2. Ten minutes later, when I searched for you all over the house. 3. Wide brown eyes. 4. Moving closer to you in that basement room. 5. When we positioned the door that fell off its hinges back in the doorway. 6. Your laugh. 7. You giving me a lot of shit. I deserved it. 8. Driving through Boulder in your Trans Am on a hot summer night because you had a bizarre yen for Wendy's.
And that's all I choose to remember, because the rest makes me sad. For both of us. I hate you because I hate myself blah blah blah.
That is all.
Posted on 07/02/2007
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Teach me this selective memory thing. I would happily take back some happy memories that were jettisoned with the bad.
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Just write about all of the good things that happened that have no connection to the bad, then censor yourself when things start getting bittersweet. In writing, I find it simple. Reality? Not so much.