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To forget you: That is the most impossible thing to do.

To forget is just an interpretation. An immeasurable love’s memories can never be wiped off. Time doesn’t devour memories: It just slowly, painfully converts it into fragments of a dream. Occasionally, something will spark the wrath of the dream, and the dream will alter into a memory again.

To forget you. Is not to remember you. Every single detail in life reflects you. But to forget you, what I have to do is not to remember you.

For now, sinking into a memory of one of the touches you stroked on me, I cannot remember the physical touch, but I can remember the delicacy of it.

Have I forgotten you? When I tried to forget you, I had just thought of you again. Are you, are you thinking of me now, as my mind revolves with your image, again and again?

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It was not a decision based on emotions when I decided to break the news to you. I had thought of it for months: The happiness that we shared, it is never going to last, and if that is so, why still pursue a love that is going to writhe away soon? Why create more happiness, when I know that this ring of glee is going to be part of a memory that you will dearly miss, and I will heartbreakingly forget?

Before I met you, I wondered why all the lyrics in love songs were so exaggerated: Why do lyricists create such mushy and overemotional sentences? Why can’t they just write a good melody without those melodramatic lyrics? That is plain exaggeration.

Before I fell in love with you, I thought romance novels were just so silly: Why would a person cry for another person for hours? How could a person wait for his lover for years? That is plain silliness.

Before we became a couple, I thought romance movies were just so stupid: How could a person love another person so deeply that it became an obsession? How could one sacrifice so much, even to the extent of his own life, for his lover? That is plain stupidity.

When I realized I had fallen so deeply in love with you, I finally understood that songs, novels and movies are just reflections of life, inspired by the writers’ true stories.

Because when I decided to end our relationship, I realized our story mirrors a love song that I once heard, a novel you once read and a movie we once watched.

When I step out of the main door, I love you deeply, but am going to tell you that we are going to separate soon. The pain is not the separation: The pain is the love that we share; the love that was once so blissful is never going to be refreshed again.

The pain is that we are still so much in love, yet we have to let go now. Only someone who had experienced this before will understand.

Isn’t it ironic? It is my profound love for you that brought us together. Now, it is the same profound love that will separate us.

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I turn and walk towards my bike. Maybe you’re crying. Haven’t you seen it coming? These few months, our conversations were like two strangers who had just become friends. Six steps later, I finally turn my head a little to steal a glance – a final glance maybe - at you. I cannot see you clearly, because in front of my eyes are my own tears.

Are they tears of sorrow, or tears of relief?

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The utmost pain in this world is not breaking up with you: It is remembering the love that we once shared, yet there is no likelihood to revive this love once again.

I don’t remember the tears; I only remember the pain.



Source: http://www.goodybooks.com/toforgetyou.htm