Maybe the hardest part of leaving someone was forgetting, maybe it was something you'll never forget completely; that all of it will forever be an agonizing memento of what you had and what you wish you still have-of what you wanted and what you really needed. Maybe forgetting wasn't for me. Maybe leaving the grievous reminiscence wasn't for me to do. Maybe, just maybe. I tried, Clinton. Believe me, I did And I'm still trying.