Sometimes a feeling, if not acted upon, will begin to fade; just as some memories do, and as the days, weeks, months, years go by, you begin to wonder if the feeling was even real.
"Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right."
"Your mind is playing tricks on you my dear."
But every so often you remember poignantly and with insane clarity, that the feeling was very real. Possibly it is a survival mechanism, that we allow certain feelings to fade, that we question what is true, so that we can begin again, so that we can move on.
"Though the truth may vary, this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore."
I do not believe in the Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Every spot I guard like a diamond. Though it may fade in brilliance, I never wish to part with it. There's a fine line between remembering your past so that you can learn from it, and letting it haunt you. I do not want mine to haunt me. I do not need any ghosts.
"Just let me go, I'll see you again soon." Maybe when I close my eyes.
