The most curious thing is happening. I am forgetting. No, not the forgetting of the last post, but another type.

This forgetting is of the other type. I am forgetting all of the harsh scrapes and stinging words of the past half-year. Both mine and others’. And it’s helpful. I like it. I am getting to the point where it’s all fading into a hazy montage. I am forgetting all of the ways I’ve felt. Now, the memories, however they made me feel then, now make me smile.

How crazy is that? I am glad for it and I look forward to how else these things will change.