Mine is a fun sort of specific. Years later, I’ll remember that I hate a person’s guts but will completely forget why I hate them. But that visceral hate stays with me.
I recently had a conversation with my ex-fiancée of 15 years and she was apologizing for things I didn’t even remember her doing. But I remember the bitterness from those things.
Mine is a fun sort of specific. Years later, I’ll remember that I hate a person’s guts but will completely forget why I hate them. But that visceral hate stays with me.
I recently had a conversation with my ex-fiancée of 15 years and she was apologizing for things I didn’t even remember her doing. But I remember the bitterness from those things.
People will forget what you do, forget what you say, but they’ll never forget how your make them feel.
(Butchered from Maya Angelou)