Day 24: what’s his face? – The Breakup

24 days ago… First thing I did, even while packing, was start erasing all his pictures. Apart from 2, I have no photo of his.

I am someone who can remember faces, easily. I forget names but faces – even the ones which are long dead from when I was a child. Faces, places, smells can take a lifetime, if never, to forget about. And I remember them.

This morning I woke up, memory of his face blurry. I… I tried to remember. But it’s gone. I remember everyone else’s face – but his?

Is it my subconscious protecting me? I don’t know. But he’s gone. I have officially forgotten his face.