Minds speak.
And in the wee hours of this very night, mine spoke. Of regrets, of wonders and of doubts.
I thought of you and I had an epiphany.
You stop dead on one of your tracks and you left a precious something in the storm.
And so, I have questions. Have you managed forgiveness?
Have you conquered forgetness?
The howling wind, the pouring rain, the melancholy mind.
Have I conquered forgetness?

“Think how much easier it would all be if there was some swift surgical procedure to whisk away all the ugly memories and mistakes and leave only the fun trips and special holidays, but until that day arrives, what to do? Rely on the same old needle point philosophy of forgive and forget? Can you ever really forgive, if you can’t forget?” Carrie Bradshaw