The time we shared long ago reprises itself in my memory on one particular day in the second month of every year. On Valentine's Day, I ruminate, reminisce, and regret all at once. Now, it's the 15th. The time has come again to release these resurfaced memories. Part of me would love to be able to forget, and another part of me thinks it's important to remember not only for the lessons heartbreak taught me, but also for the pleasant memories we shared.