Honestly, when it comes to the events that happened in the past, it’s much better to rely on the memories of the girls who spent that time with me rather than my own. I had this filter where everything irrelevant to my desire would seldom stick in my head or make an impression. Most of the time, I treat those as nothing or an event that’s not worth mulling over.
Of course, it’s not like I couldn’t remember them. Those memories were simply chucked to the back of my mind among many other things. To remember them, I probably needed someone to kickstart it with a recounting of the same events from their own perspective.