I Erased Him, Now He Begs

I once loved him for a full seven years. I loved him so much that even when his mistress pushed me off a building, I wouldn't let him go.

But he locked me in a psychiatric hospital and used electroshock therapy to strip away the last shred of my dignity.

I cut open my brain, removed part of my hippocampus, and personally erased him from my memory completely.

He held my "ashes" and went mad for three years, thinking I died in that car accident I staged for him.

Until he traveled thousands of miles to Zurich and saw me living a radiant life.

And I looked at him and only asked softly.