The problem I have with trying to forget about someone is that you can't just forget them--Joel had to bring everything that reminded him of her. His apartment was so plain after that. Maybe I could forget a person, but I couldn't forget poetry or polaroids or Jonathan Safran Foer or art or birds or books or macaroni and cheese or t-shirts or questionable content or five iron frenzy or dave or everything. Because when someone is important to you, they are in all of the good things.
My room would be bare.
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