Right now, in this moment, I really want to Eternal-Sunshine-of-the-Spotless-Mind you. I want to forget you ever made me happy because it makes me furious. I want to forget we were ever happy because it makes me sick. I want to forget you ever followed “I love you” with my name. I want to forget your stupid eyes and your stupid hair and that stupid paisley shirt you wore to pick me up from the airport that one time. I hate that fucking shirt. I want to forget how I feel about you and how you feel, how you react to my touch and how your eyes open when you wake up. I want to forget that night on the beach, that day on the boardwalk, that week on the road, that stupid fucking Thanksgiving, that Michigan trip, those nights on your porch and I want to burn our bed. Right now, in this moment, I want to forget you exist because right now, in this moment, I hate you. How different my life would be. Go find another Clementine’s life to ruin. There’s nothing left for you here.
Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.