Porter’s words from last night lingered in my brain. What does he mean he needed to explain everything? Why does he sound like he’s innocent from everything that he did?
I know what I heard. And I heard the worst thing possible!
I shook my head praying that it would shake all my thoughts away. I wish it was as easy as that. I wish I was able to finish it in one go. I wish I was able to forget him by thinking about forgetting him…but I couldn’t.
And the worst part is that I remember everything so vividly. I remember all the things that we did—all the times that we shared. I could still remember everything that he did to me and everything that he did for me.
I hate the fact that everything is still all inside my head like he’s etched in my whole memory and in my being. He’s like a per
