“I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me.”
“I want to sleep, I want dreams to pull me from this world and make me forget. To stop the memories from swirling around me. To put an end to this ache that consumes me.”
“I sleep. I inhabit sleep firmly, willing it, wielding it, pushing away dreams, refusing, refusing. Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.”
“I didn’t want you to forget me. I’ll never forget you.”
“I wanted so much to forget the past, but it wouldn't go away, it hung around like an open wound that refused to scar over, an open window that no amount of muscle could shut.”
“I Can Forget your past , But your Past will not forget you ....”