Remembrance (Nash Grier)

Introduction

Some things in life are better if you are willing to just move on.

For some people, this means to delete a simple text conversation or tear up a picture of the past or even just to say "I'm moving on." But for me? I like to think much bigger.

Moving on isn't a simple task that can be acquired so easily for someone of my standards. My mind likes to grab tiny fragments of conversations once forgotten and bring them back to remind me of what once was. A simple "hey" from a random, attractive stranger on some sort of public transportation or even just eye contact that lasts just a split second longer than normal, those things are the type of memories my brain likes to bring back. Why?

That is the question that I'm afraid I might never know the answer to.

I think it might be because I've fallen in love with the idea of the kind of love that people generations from now will tell stories about. No, I don't want the love that sappy teenagers watch on the big screen, I want to have the growing fire of romance that is so rare that even the most bonded couples wish so desperately they had. But my problem with this theory?

I've already experienced that kind of love once already in my short eighteen years of life. My mind loves to remind me of it every boring day since. But as time passes, I've learned to ignore it. I've learned that no matter what little fragment of memory my brain digs up out of the smallest corner of my mind, I know that some things are much better if you just move on.

Some things are better off forgotten.