When I was younger my arm broke and I had to have surgery. Now my arm is imperfect and it has a scar on it. Sometimes I still feel pain. I feel sudden twinges, that start from the elbow and spread through all my arm, and I can’t do anything else but to wait for it to end.

Your memories are likewise. They start from the heart, that also has a scar on it, and they spread through all my body. My eyes burn, my throat closes, my stomach hurts, my head spins, my legs tremble. They come back, painfully, and I can only wait for it to end. They come back to remind it that nothing is forgotten.

As my imperfect arm, my heart, hurt, still gives me problems. Some wounds never heal completely.

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