I see the memories, I smile, maybe give a chuckle or two and possibly laugh but can't help feel something that is amiss. A tight knot? A slight cut? Nostalgia? 

I remember.

I want to let go. But does it mean forgetting? I don't want to forget. I want it to be a lesson to me. Maybe the pain is a good kind of pain. 

Yeah, it is.

Moving on.
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