Things were going fine. Well, fine enough for me anyway. I had learnt to forget, and then you came back and said sorry. And broke the floodgates holding it back.
Forgive and forget. I've forgiven you a long time ago. You know that. I would have forgotten too. Or at least gone into a state of I DON'T REMEMBER: repression.
When things are buried in shallow water, you don't stir the water and make the water murky. Leave them alone. They're happy where they are. I'm happy where I am. Please. Don't make me remember...