Forgetting you...

To forget you is not to remember you.
But every single detail in my life have reflection on you.
Every bus i take, every drink i drink, every place i go.
But to forget you, what i have to do is not to remember you.
Not to remember that we once kissed, not to remember the places we have been together, not to remember the drinks we have shared.

However during late nights, i'm still sinking into the memories of those touched.
I may not remembered the physical touch but the delicacy of it can never be forgetten.
When i tried to forget you, i had actually just thought of you again.
Starting to realised that to forget you is the most impossible thing to do.
To forget is just an interpretation, just an assurance.
An immeasurable love is memories can never be wiped off.

Time will not devour memories.
It just slowly and painfully converts memories into fragments of dreams.
Occasionally, something will spark the wrath of dreams, and the dreams will alter into memories again...