I will forget

Max is reminiscing. Reminiscing about him. The man she fell so deeply for. The memories were brief but beautiful. She remembers her hand on his face, tracing the side of it, touching his beard, memorizing his lips, the tip of his nose, she remembers the kisses; his eyes, dark and brooding. She remembers. She remembers.

She squeezed her eyes shut. Her heart hurts from these memories, but they're all she have now, and she is trapped in them.

"I am dreaming about something that belongs to the past," she thought, her hands cupping her face, "I keep telling myself there's more, there's more, even after all the cards have been laid out on the table. There is no more! There is a story, and some memories, but more is not in it."

With the distance between them, it would be more logical for her to forget him, but all she forgets is that she has become a good friend to him. So she made herself read her old texts, and screenshot the part where he said she's a good friend, that he's not capable of feeling more. Now that the words are sinking in, she wants to make herself remember that, and snuff out any remaining embers.

"It is difficult, but I will."

"I will forget you." She promised.