Don't got no money but I'm already here.

My good friend introduced a concept into my world yesterday. Really, it was this morning in the early hours. Irregardless, she told me of the idea that there are always two types of people in a relationship. Now, generally this is followed by giver and taker, or the one who loves more, or one who loves Star Wars episodes IV through VI and one who loves I-III. But this is not what she presented to me. Instead, it was that there is someone who remembers and someone who does not.

When it comes to remembering she was saying that there is one who forgets what it is like to be with the other. This person can't remember how the touch felt, how the other smelled and tasted, exactly how content and safe they were in the presence of this certain person. They have forgotten or blocked it, constantly needing be around the other in order to keep it, or when they are apart and re-meet they must have an initial jump-start to the relationship, giving them the opportunity to remember and get reacquainted with the feelings.

The other person is the one that does not forget, the one that remembers how the other tasted, who remembers if it was easy or hard to be with them, what they looked and smelled like, how they felt in those moments. When they are separated this one can't forget anything and holds it all close, not needing a jump-start but only to finally have it back, what they have missed for so long.

My closest friend is one who forgets. It's a fact, she remembers up to a certain point then hits a wall. She knows she loved certain parts and can't remember exactly why, but she knows she did, and then eventually she forgets most of the feelings that were involved. I think it's an automatic reaction for each person to either block things out or to have the hypersensitive memories. I say this about love, not random hook ups or whatever. Because when love is involved everything will hurt more it there's a wound or a break. So for some it's easier to block it out, to move on and live in the present. For others this break or absence becomes the background music of their lives, played softly, each word familiar and sung over and over.