The radio was ringing. Under the pressure of a delayed job, I couldn’t escape and forget the boredom of the days. I’m not complaining; the work is good when you like it, and I really like mine. But I have to be honest, I also really like having time just for myself, to relax, to forget for a moment that I have to do my homework. And this thought made me think about forgetting?
I am one of those who always say that we cannot remedy the mistakes of the past, that we cannot live trapped by the disappointments left behind, the past is, for me, past, then there is no solution, but we cannot and cannot forget certain aspects of our life. Above all, those moments that involve our feelings, how much we suffered or how happy we were, are priceless in our hearts.
- Although some memories are painful.
- We do not want to forget them.
- At least I see it that way.
- Thanks to these memories we can also return to moments when we were very happy.
Did the radio sound and your romantic songs talked? A few hours later, I was sure that those frustrated loves, once happy and finished for different reasons, remain relevant, because someone still feels them. They go back to memories, because love is not forgotten, they are only defeated. One way or another, we’ve found someone new, in love again, we insist on love. After all, to be happy you have to insist.
Somewhere in our hearts, in a space hidden from our minds, a memory seems to emerge that can hurt us, but that can also make us smile, like everyone else, I also suffered for a lost love, I found myself like everyone else. , with a love I knew wouldn’t last. Despite all your frustrations, it was those happy moments of new emotions, of auroras when one seemed to be able to touch the sky . . .
On cold winter afternoons, seeing the blue sky through the window, making us feel the thrill of loving and, who knows, of being loved, who knows, on any given day, with the chords of an old song, this memory returns to show that you can even say that you have forgotten it, that you are good at overcoming pain, but the memory is still there , hidden in your mind, or just that black box where we keep our past.
I have no problem shedding tears for someone I loved, even if it hurt. Some may say that this is the case, but isn’t love itself a supreme emotion that allows us to do?I don’t care what other people think. I would like to feel this person from my past, which is just a memory, I will not suffer or sink into disappointment.
Even if someone seems to cry on the radio, there are no tears of pain for me, do I always like to remember happy moments, first look, first caress, smile?Because, more than suffering for what hasn’t happened, I’d rather smile than remember that fabulous feeling, which intoxicaes us when we’re desperately in love?and that, I never want to forget it.