I have begun to realize that we remember the people that have hurt us in all the wrong ways. We remember them for the restless nights they’ve caused us, the hyperventilated breaths that we took in between our weeps, and the nostalgic dreams that sometimes still haunt us. We don’t remember them for the hours of laughter they caused us, or the way their eyes would smile at you and make your heart leap of your chest, or any loving gesture they ever displayed, and we don’t remember them for the pure elation that they made surge through your veins. But we should. We should remember that they were a part of us, and a part of us that contributed to the manifestation of the intense feeling of deep affection we know as love.
— pen-to-paper-bm, What you made me realize, NBK