Re-watched “Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind” after ages.
F***ing memories.
Holding them hurts, losing them hurts more. Keep them and suffer until the memory gets squeezed into something tiny and hangs like a piece of tinsel in the back of your mind(quoting Elizabeth Strout).
– or rephrasing it – until time turns the suffering into a quiet absence, where the memory rarely comes back, but it never really leaves(quoting Firaq Gorakhpuri).
Black as My Coffee 