Memoirs of an Amnesiac

Let's face it. Letting go sucks. It is that day when you realize that all your delusions about falling and staying in love with whom you once thought to be Mr. Right ends. What's worse, it just doesn't occur in a day. It is a journey of sorts, which either leads you wrapped with a straight jacket to the nearest mental ward or to the nearest Yoga center.

Boy meets girl, or so I thought (if this is told in the point of view of the girl, where everything else, like in the movies, becomes ...