If I Could Forget

If I could forget everything you did
I know without a doubt in my mind that I would
I'd forget all the lies and all the pain
I'd erase you from my heart, if I could

I'd forget every single word you spoke to me
All of the lies you so cleverly told
The ones I fell for so easily
With no concept of how they'd unfold

I'd forget the way you talked to me
And how you always held my stare
If I could forget all you ever did to me
I'd forget that you were ever there

I'd forget the way you made me laugh
When all I wanted to do was cry
I'd forget the way you could make me smile
By something as simple as catching my eye

I'd forget how safe I felt with you
When you promised not to let anyone hurt me
If only I'd known then that you would be
The source of hurt that could break me

If I could forget everything you did
I'm not so sure that I would
Even if I could forget all the lies, all the pain
Although I really know that I should

But then I'd have to forget your smile, your laugh
And the way they were directed at me
By forgetting the pain, and forgetting you
I'd be erasing a part of me.

Oh the teenage years...full of drama, loves found, loves lost. Ones we know never would last. Ones that generally never do last. Ones that make us completely and totally irrational at the time, only to realize later how crazy they made us act. Loves we have for all the wrong reasons, and can't seem to let go of. But here's another love that is more important than these kind:

1 Corinthians 13

Love

1If I speak in the tongues^[a] of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames,^[b] but have not love, I gain nothing.

4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

8Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 9For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears.

So no matter what the irrational love at the moment may be, it will usually pass away. When perfection comes, the imperfect disappears - so I should wait for perfection and trust in God for it! Re-read that passage, and everytime it says "love" substitue "God" in there. It shows us who he is, and who he wants us to be too.