Just because a marriage ended didn't mean that it hadn't been happy at times.
I'm in relationship right now and one thing that I've loved about it is sharing the memories.
I think a lot of people still fantasise about that first love and what might happen if they rekindled the relationship.
When I think about my own relationships to the women that I really loved, it feels like that love, even after we've broken up and we're no longer speaking, that love never goes away. No one told me that.
I don't dislike any of my exes. If I took time to form a relationship, it's gonna hurt when we move on, but are you puttin' White-Out over all that beautiful time together? That was real time in your life. It's connected to where you are today.
That might work," I said. "I'm good at faking it." This led to a couple moments of uncomfortable silence from both of us. "You didn't mean... ?" Morelli asked. "No. Of course not." "Never?" "Maybe once." His eyes narrowed. "Once?" "It's all that comes to mind. It was the time we were late for your Uncle Spud's birthday party." "I remember that. That was great. You're telling me you faked it?" "We were late! I couldn't concentrate. It seemed like the best way to go.
I do believe in forgiving and forgetting. There was a reason we were together. I just want to hold on to the good times.
The love I have for my ex-girlfriends will always be there, so I think that's true love.
I'm weird; I have a very strange emotional memory. I really somehow hold on to even passing moments with people.
I have a box of things from Becca, my high school girlfriend, and Vanessa; and each one of them was love. I have the notes, the valentines, 20 mixed tapes, all of it. It's important to keep that stuff.
