waldenpond

We dated for a year and a half, off and on. We were young, and I knew we both weren’t ready for the diehard relationship we were trying to create. But he told me he loved me. I told him I loved him. What lies. We were vain and trying to fit the mold that society had created for us.
Anyway, the real love came after we broke up for the last time. He became my best friend. All the young awkwardness was gone, and what emerged was pure friendship. But with that friendship came a deeper, unrequited love that I cannot forget until this day. At that time I can honestly say I loved him more deeply than I have ever loved another human. And I knew he felt the same.
But we were content with our friendship, living harmoniously and happily side by side until we were ready to take that next step. How strange and stupid was I. The next year, my love was painfully stripped from the deepest crack in my heart! Our love had grown so strong for one another that we found it hard to properly communicate on a friendship level. And we grew apart, he stopped talking to me, and I to him. I LOVED HIM SO DEARLY!!
I have tried talking to him since, with little or no flicker of remembrance on his part. I have dated other guys, done many interesting things. I actually did forget about him.
But now we have a class together, and everything little memory has come flooding back into places that were so long left empty. I love him. God damnit I’ll love him to the end of time.
But I want to forget him. I cannot bear the pain of truth. If I confess my undying love for him now, who knows if he still feels the same way as he did so long ago? But how can he forget?