Last night, I made overnight oats with old-fashioned oats and almond milk. This morning, I added some frozen pumpkin. The result? Disgusting. I threw the entire thing down the drain. Methinks this concoction is over-hyped.
I've never been very good at letting things go. That said, it's probably a blessing for me to be as forgetful as I am- because I often forget the incidents that caused me to feel negatively toward someone. However, in this case I'm having a hard time letting go of my feelings for someone I knew and "dated" (loosely meant) for a very short time. The thing is, my head realizes that in order to move forward, certain parts of the past must be forgotten or at least disregarded. I'm already starting to forget certain things- like the sound of his voice, or the look and feel of his hands. I can remember, though, his face. His eyes, his nose, and his lips. How he used to look at me closely and deeply. How his face would wrinkle up into the cutest smile I'd ever seen this side of the Earth, before he burst into laughter. How he touched my ears and asked me tenderly whether it had hurt to have them pierced. I remember how much it hurt to say goodbye. Strangely, I feel like I didn't say goodbye- because he's still here with me, the memories.