white

rereading what we wrote to each other somewhat scares me. the events so blazon clear, your words so familiar, sweet, a little bit embarrassing. my words, just plain embarrassing - gosh, how could i have been so kinky. it could have been yesterday, but in reality its been much longer. i would understand if you've forgotten by now, but once upon a time, it did matter.
i watched a movie called "eternal sunshine of the spotless mind" today, in which a couple both got their memory of each other removed from their minds (some new technology) after their break up, because it hurt too much to remember. i don't want to forget, but if that's what it takes, i wish the memory of me could be erased from your head, both the good and the bad parts, the parts that screwed it all up, so that we could meet again as strangers, with no grudge. no reason to avoid each other. no awkwardness of past insults and misunderstandings.

forget everything, so that we could start over new.