I've been told a few times that the fact that 

I was bad with dates would be my downfall one day.

But as selfish as I am, I'm glad that I don't remember

the exact dates of certain things in my life. 

Because if I did, then I think it'd be harder for me 

to get over you when important dates of our 

time together ambled closer. I don't think I'd be able 

to bare the brunt of a sharper memory of you.