Life ain't going the way I want it to be.

I'm once again at the crossroad whereby I have the choice to dump all my memories of him or to keep it and torment myself with all of it over and over.

I once told a friend some stuff.

I said, " I would rather be with the only guy I dated in my life than to venture out for other greener pastures."

"If you wait patiently, good things will surely come your way. So fret not my dear friends who are single and unattached."

Personally I feel that memories exist only to remind one of painful experiences. Best forgotten and not kept.