you know, because everything remains inside. nothing is forgotten, it does not disappear, it does not disappear. we absorb all this and further it settles somewhere inside.
it's like throwing a stone at sea: first a spray, then to the bottom. that's how all our past lies on the bottom. as a sediment of something on the bottom of the mug.
and if you let a man into your life, then he will remain there, from there there is no way out. imagine, inside you have a metropolis - a whole city of people that you never forgot, but promised to forget.
and sometimes the uncontrollable sudden memories, the fuzzy silhouettes of these people, the emotions that you experienced next to these people are carried in your head. and from something it becomes so warm or vice versa sad and painful.
