When you break up and move on from someone, you move all the thoughts, feelings and photos you have of them (and the odd item of clothing they left at your joint) to the side. Somewhere out of sight, and hopefully out of mind. I guess you try to quickly un-know that person you used to know inside out — rip the relationship off like a band-aid so to speak.
And it’s only after you’ve done this, after you’ve moped around for a few weeks in your slippers, and erased your emotional hard drive; that you are ready to accept new software and love again. Anyway, enough of the weird computer analogies, my point is, we shouldn’t forget the ones we used to love, or like a lot, or whatever. Not forever anyway.
It’s not healthy to live in the past, but when you’ve got your present sorted and when your future looks pretty close to how you’ve always imagined it to, then it’s nice to look back and remember the people you’ve shared time, meals and apartments with. And it’s OK to remember them too — you shouldn’t feel bad about remembering good times with good people. Sure, he or she wasn’t right for you, or you weren’t right for them, but each person you’ve dragged along to a family function and introduced to your Nan over the years, in some way has helped you become the person you are, and lead you towards the person you’re with today.
Borrowing from Julio Iglesias, To all the girls I’ve loved before, I dedicate this blog.