Days weeks months, that’s how long I told the world I didn’t even think about you anymore. But that was a lie, and whenever I let my guard down, you were there in my memories. Reminding me of the time, we walked down that street, ate at that restaurant, listened to that song, or saw that movie. I would do my best to push you out, but I couldn’t; the memory of us and what we were was too strong, and it hurt, it hurt a lot.
There have been others since you; they’ve come and gone, none lasted for very long. I would ask myself why? Have I subconsciously compared them to you? Was I too protective of my heart? Was I building a wall around it, so no one could ever walk away from it and break it again? The truth is I was doing all those things and more.
But time has a funny way of healing you. For me, it was a daily grind, and I came to realize that trying to forget someone you loved as much as I loved you is… well, it’s impossible. But I got a little stronger each day, and slowly I began to remember who I was before you, and I started picking up the pieces. Slowly and meticulously, I put them back together. The scar where you once resided in my heart still a vivid reminder of us. But not a symbol of pain anymore.
Today I’m strong enough to remember the good and bad and the love we shared. The thought of you is no longer painful, no longer an obstacle to my moving forward. Now when I remember what we once had, it brings a smile to my face. I guess that is because deep down, there will always be that special place you occupy in my heart, and I’m okay with that because I’m strong enough to remember you now.