"So I don't want to learn to touch you, hold you, think that you're mine. Because there ain't no joy for an uptown boy whose teacher has told him goodbye."
Sometimes its a shame you can't unlearn things. Can't unsee nightmares, can't unfeel heartbreak. And love is one of those things you can't undo. No matter what happens, how relationships grow and change and dissipaten there are memories that remain firm. These tidbits of love that stay. Memories of beautiful moments. And no matter how much you may want to forget, to not love or miss someone, there are always fragments that remain. You can't unlearn the strength of a touch, the softness of skin, the fragrance of hair, the beginnings of a smile. And the knowledge of that is terrifying enough to dim the joy and beauty of love, and to make the effort unworthy.
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