Maybe you learn how to forget his eyes peering into yours. Maybe you learn how to forget how his lips tasted, the darkness of his skin. Maybe.

See, the worst part of a breakup isn't the goodbyes, it's when you reach out and suddenly you're straining to catch air. The worst part is the absence, where you've learnt to expect availability.

So maybe you try to forget him. Maybe you try to put your life back together the way it was before he came into it. Maybe you'll ignore the messages on your phone or when it gets too hard to read them without bawling, maybe press delete.

See, healing after a breakup isn't impossible, but there'll be scars. 

Regardless. Maybe, just maybe, in time you'll forget his favorite cologne.