To Forget is to Forfeit, Isn't It?

Maybe I'm a little bit sentimental. Maybe I've spent too many hours wondering where you are and where you've been.

Or maybe I'm just as human as the next lost soul.

I'm having a hard time finding an emotion that I'm not familiar with. Nothing surprises me anymore, nothing. You cured me of any curiosity I may had felt toward emotional experiences.

I suppose, maybe, it's about endurance. Maybe I'm just supposed to push through whatever comes my way.

But what if there's no precedent for me to follow? Nobody to emulate, no preset path to wander down... I'm gasping for air in a vacuum and trying to swim through solid glass. It's not easy. So few people have done this before me; it's not what everyone thinks.

I can only blame you for part of it, but it's enough. Enough to make me angry with you.

Suppose, for a minute, that someone did that to you. Oh, wait... You can't suppose anything, can you? I remember, now.

I'm not weak. I'm not perfect. But I am fed up. I'm going to endure from now until the end of time, and you're never going to know how much my endurance has cost me.

So forget you. In reality, I may never be able to, but it helps to say it. Forget you. Forget you. Forget you.

Or, I guess... Love you. Tell me, why is that so much easier to say?