No matter how much he drank, he couldn't forget. That's what he told himself, as he stumbled home from yet another night at the bar.
It wasn't always like this. There was a time when he could drink and forget - forget about the pain, the regret, the mistakes he had made. But now, no matter how much he tried to drown it out, the memories were always there, haunting him.
He had made a lot of mistakes in his life. He had hurt people he loved, and pushed away those who cared about him. He had lost jobs, friends, and even his family.
But the memory that haunted him the most was the night he lost her. They had been together for years, but his selfishness and his drinking had driven her away. He had begged and pleaded with her to come back, but it was too late. She had moved on, and he was left with nothing but the regret and the pain.
He knew he needed to change. He knew he couldn't keep living like this. But the memories were too much to bear, and the alcohol was the only thing that could numb the pain, even for just a little while.
As he stumbled through the door of his apartment, he saw something on the table that made him stop in his tracks. It was a letter, with her familiar handwriting on the front.
He tore it open, his heart racing as he read her words. She told him that she had forgiven him, and that she still loved him. She wanted to give him another chance.
Tears streamed down his face as he read the letter over and over again. He knew that he had to change, that he couldn't let his mistakes define him anymore.
And so, with a newfound sense of hope, he poured all of the alcohol down the drain, and made a promise to himself and to her that he would never let it control him again.
No matter how much he drank, he couldn't forget. But now, he didn't want to forget. He wanted to remember, and to learn from his mistakes, and to use them to build a better future with the woman he loved.