Extreme

Funny how the first thing that popped into my mind, after reading that article on Facebook about the possibility of erasing memories, was to erase everything about you.

Extreme? Yes.

But then again, everything I've felt has been extreme to a certain extent.
Except for hatred.

I can never hold hatred for long. A few seconds maybe, but never ever pure and unadulterated hatred.

Now what I hold is sadness, hurt and regret.

Only Murakami has known these depths.

It's not that I will never heal from this, but the hurt now is overwhelming. Like silence, the silence that you hear randomly through the day, and especially at night, when you're all alone with your thoughts.

I'm tired and I just want this to be over. If it was possible, I would really opt to remove you from my memories, all of you. Your very existence, even if it means losing a part of myself.