Unbidden...

I’ve been there. Even though I choose not to remember. But alas - not remembering isn’t the same as forgetting. The memories can come flooding back unbidden, to assault you at an unguarded moment. And then it hurts real bad. Because it was oh so good then.

The path to doom was fraught with flowers. And in retrospect - nothing hurts more than those flowers I picked along the way...

Mem'ries,
Light the corners of my mind
Misty water-colored memories
Of the way we were
Scattered pictures,
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Or has time re-written every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me, would we? Could we?
Mem'ries, may be beautiful and yet
What's too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So it's the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember...
The way we were...
The way we were...

(Lyrics from Barbra Streisand Song "The Way We Were")