His absence in her life is now permanent. His silence, his indifference, his deceit are now routine. But she can’t forget those moments. Transient yet stark. How he would always call her when he listened to that song he knew she loved. How she had often required his undivided attention and he had always obliged. How in moments of passion she demanded and he provided. Little acts of kindness. They sear her soul. Some days she wishes these moments weren’t ever there. It would be so much easier to erase. On other days, she is glad for those moments. Proof of her ability to love another. For if not for those moments, she would have convinced herself that she was incapable of it. Finally, he hasn’t left her bitter. She hasn’t lost her faith in humankind. For that alone, she has forgiven him and that leaves her in a sense of peace.