Strangers With Memories
It's been six months since my fallout with Poppa. In that time, I didn't cry over any of this, even though there is clearly plenty to cry about. I was too hurt and angry, and knew leaving him alone was for the best. I was essentially trying to scrub him out and forget I knew him. I didn't want to hurt about it so I buried it under the anger. I made a concentrated effort to not think about him and get on with my life, because what he did was unforgivable. For the most part, I have been successful in just regarding him as someone I used to know. Deep down it hurts, but the I remember why we 'broke up' and it makes it hurt less. I was doing so well..until the dreams started. Little things always remind me of him. Semi trucks, certain songs, characters in movies, random things like that. I acknowledge them when they cross my attention, and then let them pass. There's no point in fighting the fact that he existed in my life, and made an impact on it, so I don&