The expression "forgive but don't forget" always seemed strange to me. It was an expression I thoroughly did not understand. Don't "forgive" and "forget" always go hand in hand in cases like faults and grudges?
For me it has always been so. At a certain point in time I'd be so angry and upset with someone and with my friends as witnesses, I could recount every tiny detail that caused that antagonism. In fact, I could even remember the details that weren't the cause, but rather all the things they did that annoyed me - even those unrelated to me. I'd also possibly argue that they were part of the cause, because well, the person was the cause, and they did things that displeased me so... Yep. Petty anger - but anger nonetheless.
Because when you hate someone, everything they do becomes annoying. It's a universal fact. They even have memes for it:
In this silly game of forgiving and fighting,
Of contracts and signing,
There exists five participants.
The one who makes promises,
That are bound to be broken.
The one that says forever,
Not knowing there is no such thing.
One that teaches,
And eventually betrays.
The one that praises,
And then puts you down.
This last one is for you:
The one that curses,
And nothing else.
Put in some vegetables.
I sit on my table of six.
There my children are.
There my wife sits prettily.
I always do the cooking.
Sometimes, I swear there's nothing else to eat around here.
*So I was about to go into gross before going to gruesome. I wanted the meal to be roaches, but I forgot how many legs they had and researched. Then and there I aborted the mission. *puke puke gag gag* So now I'm back to plain old fictional cannibalism.
Borne of me,
A son I made out of my life.
A son I made not from life.
It's strange how much I love you.
I, who tried so desperately to separate myself from everyone living.
I, who mock anyone and everyone I see.
I, who pride myself in science without emotions.
I, who love you.
I gave you life,
That you are closer to death than anyone living.
Even closer than the infants who haven't seen the light of day,
Even closer than those who struggle with each breath to stay for one more second.
Even closer than those who actually are dead.
You, who are just learning to live, are deader than the dead.
I cry for you,
My innocent Frankenstein.
*Written during the half of Penny Dreadful's 2nd episode. I just love how even though he's so impatient with smart adults, Dr. Frankenstein loves Proetus so much and has patience with him like a parent would to a child.