My therapist tells me I am normal. She wants me to try yoga. I want my memory erased cause it hurts too much to remember the way it was. I want to forget the way he looked at me. And how his eyes crinkle when he smiles. I want to forget the way he held me. And how I've never felt more safe in another pair of arms. I want to forget the sound of his voice. And the cute way he said my name. I want to forget walking around the corner. And knowing my life was forever changed. ...