i have short term memory. or maybe i choose not to remember certain episodes of my life.

pain.

sorrow.

grief.

heartbreak.

it’s my coping mechanism. my own way of moving on. but sometimes, something triggers that memory to resurface….a picture, a videotape, a letter, a book, an old diary entry.

and even if i try hard to block the memory, it fights its way into my consciousness, letting me relive each moment and emotion.

sometimes, i am tempted to think what if i had done differently?

will my life be different as well?