“I’m
not sure; maybe I erased them the day you left. Maybe I didn’t want any
memories of you.”
He
understands that I’m being serious.
“You
were really mad at me, weren’t you?”
“I
cried for weeks. I didn’t understand how you could leave me without a word
after you seemed so happy when we were together. If Molly hadn’t called, I
would have called you and asked for an explanation, but after her call, I
decided to forget your existence. I wanted to erase the photos, but I was
unable to. I transferred them to my external hard drive, and I never looked at
them again.”
“I
have regretted not having pictures of us many times in the recent years.”
I
hear the sadness in his voice, and I so want to trust him—to believe he will
never betray me, but I’m not ready yet.
“So
the only re
