there's a poem by Neruda that I've always been captivated by and one of the lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time I read it. it says" love is so short forgetting is so long" it's a line i've related to in my saddest moments. the moments we always go back to our end the mundane ones, they are the moments you saw Sparks that were not really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened and then saw it slip away without any warning. these are moments of Newfound Hope, extreme joy, intense passion, wishful thinking and , in some cases the unthinkable letdown. and in my mind every one of these memories looks the same to me. I see all of these moments in bright burning red.