Most people would call the ability to forget moments in time a blessing rather than a curse.

If things were different, maybe I'd agree with them.

After all, just about anyone knew that a chance to leave behind the pain and despair of the past, to forget, would be merciful freedom for many.

So it was a shame that what so many people saw as a potential blessing, I only knew as a curse.

I wasn't cynical.

It was just that the last thing I'd call the circumstance I knew as life was a blessing.

...And despite how much I longed for things to change, I'd long ago accepted that no matter how many times I threw a coin into a well, my desires would forever be trapped in the essence of what they truly were.

A waste of loose change.

Dreams that would forever be lost in the fountain of unlucky pennies.