wilt thou forget? "Wilt thou forget the happy hours which we buried in love's sweet bowers?" Things were all in the past, apparently. Although I have already maken up my mind that I should , or maybe I must, forget that man and all the things related to him, how could it be easy? This relationship has been lasted for three years and it was my poppy love. It is very difficult for me to lay it down totally. It seems that something has been deeply engraved into my brain and some pictures always emerge from my mind which I could not drive them away. I am positive that there is little possibility to make up with him. I never regret breaking up and making the decision. Froget the dead, the past? Oh, yet, there are ghosts that may take revenge for it. Memories that make the heart a tomb. "Wilt thou forget the happy hours?" I doult if he suffer from the same sorrow as I, or maybe, he has already entered into another world, leaving all the memories behind. I pray for a stone heart so that this sentence will not always linger in my mind. Joy, once lost, is pain.