Leslie Smith

“Max watched her close the door and slumped back against the wall. He hit his head
against it, trying to rid himself of his thoughts. Why couldn’t he just forget? Why
couldn’t he just wake up one morning and forget everything he felt for her? It would
make life so much easier. It would make the ache he was feeling in his chest right
now a whole lot less painful.
If he could just forget about the happiness he felt every time he saw her smile, he
could simultaneously forget about how much it hurt every time Richard made her cry.
If he could just forget about how good her lips felt against his cheek, he could forget
about the grating jealousy he felt knowing that those lips would be pressed against
Richard’s before the end of the night. If he could just forget about the fact that he was
so completely in love with her, he could forget about the lump that formed in his
throat every time she claimed to love a man who wasn’t worthy of that love. If he
could just forget about the dreams of them becoming more than friends, he could
forget the pain of knowing that those dreams would never come true.”
― Jacqueline Francis - Wanting to Remember, Trying to Forget