Staring at the screen, trying to decipher the text, my head tells me to forget it. To forget this boy and move on. To remember the trials my heart went through with him. To listen to all the advice and complaints and deep sighs elicited from others when our story was told.
But my heart. My heart says to hold on to hope. To remember the smiles and belly laughs and butterflies he gave me. All the good I saw in myself through him. My heart says all my head tells me was worth it.
And most days I agree.