On a Friday I said to Elena, “I can’t remember anything about that.”
She said, “Defense mechanism.”
“Maybe. I will remember when it’s necessary. It’s fucked up and whatever’s forgotten is in deep shit when that happens.”
I should be made to remember.
I don’t want to forget that.
The first six months were mostly beautiful and onwards were mostly terrible.
But it was something beautiful.
It takes six months for people to see what they are committing themselves to. If you commit after six months, it sucks you into staying for two years. This can be applied to jobs, relationships, people, addictions, et cetera.
Think about it.
With me, it only takes a maximum of a month to know if I will commit myself.
If I do, it takes two years to decide if I would stay for life.
It takes just a snap for me to leave.
It takes two years for me to come back to it or to you.
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