ben gibbard knows his stuff

"the glove compartment is inaccurately named and everybody knows it. so I'm proposing a swift orderly change, because behind it's door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm. and all I find are souvenirs from better times, before the gleam of your taillights fading east to find yourself a better life. I'm gonna send a little rain to pour down on you, rain that makes the flowers bloom. you know, rain to leave you all alone but keep eyelashes falling, your wishes washed away. you're the leaky sink of sentiment, you're the failed attempts I never could forget. you're the metaphors I can't create to comprehend this curse that I call love. how will I break the news to you? your body will burn tonight, but your heart will remain cold and I will blame myself. I will blame myself for holding onto what I hoped would keep you by my side." -death cab for cutie

will this ever get easier?

they should make textbooks on how to forget those you have loved and lost. i wish there was a quantitative formula to make me forget every kiss, gaze, and touch. we are told that we are supposed to smile fondly upon the memories, "don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened," however i say otherwise. i agree with mike kinsella when he says "you can't miss what you forget." i feel like if i forget him, it will be easier on me rather than remembering all of the fond memories of him which will, in turn, re-open my wounds.