There are exactly two types of people in this world:

Forgetters and rememberers. 

In all the nuance, diversity, and complications of life, I have never found someone who neither remembers nor forgets...or who remembers AND forgets. 

You are a forgetter (in case it wasn't obvious). And I? I am jealous. 

You say that you forget because you are a new person. I'm curious. What is it like to be new?

Do you feel less broken? Do you feel younger? Do you feel more hopeful. I imagine so. With all of those years that have suddenly gone missing. I have been the rememberer more times than I can count. These memories leave me feeling old and tired, but I remember less often these days. 

I am not surprised that you can't remember. It was always only a matter of time. This story was written long before we even met. All the while as you made mistakes, it was already decided that you would forget and I would remember. I don't know why that is. And I would change it if I could. Doesn't it seem better if the person who was hurt gets to forget and the person who does the damage gets to remember? You wouldn't even need to feel guilty since the hurt would fade with the memory. We could both be free. 

Instead, some of your worse mistakes are frozen in my memory like a museum that neither of us want to visit. What an injustice that those who make the mistakes so often get to forget.

Unless, of course, you do remember and you're just afraid. 

And maybe that's the difference. Maybe those who forget just aren't as brave as those who remember. That can't be it though, because I've never valued bravery over staying unhurt. Maybe I'm also afraid then. You're afraid to remember and I'm afraid to forget.