erased, not forgotten

there is one important lesson i took out of my exile from her. we can erase someone from our life, from our routine. try it. you can delete a phone number, burn photographies, remove mementos of the past from your bedroom (and home in general), clean the space around you of items that can bring memories back. nowadays, you can easily change your cell phone number, your e-mail address. you can block and delete someone's contacto from your instant messaging, and even from your social networking profile. but is that worth it? does that really works out? far from the sight, far from the heart, they say. they are wrong, totally wrong. unlike our (technological) surroundings, our mind and our memory cannot be erased by merely pushing a button. we are powerless there: we do not forget or remember what we want, but what our mind wants us to remember and forget. we might well erase someone from our life, yes. but our life never really erases anyone from it.