a small realization

I realized the other night before I fell asleep that:
I (I'm sure others also) have certain memories that seem like something I've made up in my head.
Memories of last spring don't seem real anymore. They don't seem like something that actually could have happened.
The people and timing just seem like some little story I wrote in my mind.
I don't know if this is a good or a bad thing.
To not be able to distinguish reality from fantasy can ahve it's benefits and drawbacks.
I'm sure the thoughts are real though.
I know they are.
The fact is, that it just feels fake.

It's a sad but also happy feeling.
To finally be able to forget someone who caused me pain but sldo to forget the places and weather and all other tangible things that I love(d).

This spring will be amazing.
I can sense it.
I'm glad.
I like my life,
Thanks to the people in it.