Intro.

Intro

“3:07. The time was 3:07 pm. The day was May 21, 2014. Is it weird that I remember that? Mom says she thinks so. I can’t exactly help it, though. The date is like etched into my brain, and the time, oh, the time. It’s hard to forget when every day at 3:07 exactly I get memories. The memories of when we were together. Everyday it’s a different one. Is that bad? Is there something wrong with me or something?” I ask,

Cathy notes a few things down, I wonder what she’ll say.

“It’s normal, a lot of teenagers remember the day they met their loved one. Why the time though? What do you think makes it so important to you?”

 

“Well the obvious, it’s when I first saw Frank. I hate to say that, it makes me think that because I remember it and him I still love him, and I don’t. I don’t want to. What do you think?”

 

I’ve been seeing Cathy for a while, and unlike other therapists I’ve been to, I actually care about her opinion.

 

“You’ve made an internal clock. Every day at the exact time you remember him because you’ve made the time important to you. Your brain knows that, and that’s how the memories are triggered. It’s not that you still love him; it’s that he’s still an important person in your life, maybe even the most important. He turned you into a horrible person, and since you’ve become better you’re able to realize some very important things. You’ve learned to cherish the things you lost, and luckily regained when you became better.”

 

I nod, and she continues,

 

“I have an assignment for you. Over the next few months, I’d like you to keep a journal. Now, in the journal I’d like for you to write the memory you remember every day at said time, h-“

 

I cut her off, “3:07.”

 

“Right, now not only write the memory, but how you feel about it afterwards. Do you for a moment still love him, or do you hate him? It’s just a little test; it can help me see your progress.”

 

I smile, “seems simple enough.”

 

“Alright, I’ll see you next Monday with your list.”