As I try to escape the misery, I suddenly thank someone up there who structured my emotional DNA to recuperate from hurtful situations in a lightning speed.

I get so broken one day, and the day after, I suddenly doubt if I ever felt anything at all.

Give it a few days, and my memory cooperates as it slowly erases you from my database. I will almost not remember the events that transpired.

No nerve to my heart connects the hurtful things you’ve said, my memory starts to mist up like a fog as it hardly remembers your smile that was once so vivid in my mind.

Longing has been reduced to mere indifference. I get to sleep more often now.

You’re almost nothing. In my eyes. In my heart.

You’re reduced to dust that just passed me without any impact. At most, some irritation that you got in my eye?

You’re just a part of yesterday that I can hardly hardly remember.

Emotional amnesia. That’s what I love about me.