"Write them down." The pastor had said. "Write. Down."

Wrong.

To write is to relieve and forget. They will all seep through paper when you write them down. On their own, words and ink and paper will carry the weight of it all. And then you will claim the right to forget.

But when you keep it inside you, knowing no one else would, you will be scared to forget. And forever you will not forget.

Moreover, is it not lovely to be suffocated by memories and all the pain and euphoria they posses?