“…and she hated memories. Cause they were hard to erase. All one could do is leave it to time. But she was never the holding on type. She will never tell you to wait or beg you to stay. And in time, someday, when your path crosses with hers’ again, she wont recognize you, or even if she does, she will pretend she does’nt. Well, that’s just her way of showing she has control over her memories.”