left to remember, not relive

When you’re not around, I can forget. I can forget about how, when we were together, I felt understood but at the same time, I wanted you to know everything inside, even though I knew you did, without speaking. The intensity of that feeling never wavered, it just faded and so did the memory when you left. The moment I saw you that memory took my breath away, and the feeling came back like an explosion of bright lights in my brain. The reaction is physical. It’s visceral. I remember immediately. People around us notice - I can't hide it. I can't shake it. But I have to leave it. So I did right this time. I walked away as hard as it was. Better left for us to remember, not relive.