Today, i got the closure i needed. I was hurt a year and half ago and brutally reminded of that hurt two weeks ago, which made forgiving very difficult. But i’ve come to realize that it’s not forgiveness that matters—it’s the memories. Sure, he’s made mistakes, but somehow, my memories of what he and i shared remain untainted. I recognize the good in him, and i remember the love we shared, and that’s all i need. It’s unfortunate that it had to end this way, but that doesn’t diminish the power of what we had, and it doesn’t weaken the love we still have for each other, and forever will.
Today, we vowed to never forget each other. And that’s enough.
You’ve seen and heard students get excited/anxious/nervous/irritable at the start of the school year.
“Oh my god, i’m so excited, i can’t wait to go back, i’ve been bored since July”;
“I can’t wait to party with my all friends!”;
“I’m not ready for summer to end”;
“I’m nervous for all these hard classes i signed up for”;
“I won’t procrastinate this year.” (Yeah, right.)
I know, it annoys me too. All that fuss over a new school year. But, it’s really not that simple. Septembers aren’t special just because they mark the beginning of a new school year. It’s not just a matter of getting books, supplies, and new clothes. It’s not just a matter of hoping to meet a cute guy or girl in recitation. It’s not just a matter of finding easy professors, fulfilling degree requirements, and getting good grades and internships to eventually get a good job and make good money. Those are the things that don’t matter. The things that do matter are the memories that resurface as you walk the familiar paths on campus and how you carry them with you, as part of you—a changed and changing you—into the new school year.