forget it

The day they spent, exhausted together on the crossroads of here and gone, is the kind of convergence they make movies about, so we forget it really happened.

"Twenty-four hours in Milan, I will never forget it."

Because horror teaches one eternal lesson: No matter how hard we try to forget it, no matter how deeply we bury it, the past always comes back.

They’re defrocking the Mets down to their vagabond shoes that are longing to ... oh, forget it, one shouldn’t need to crib from a corny song to describe what is happening here.

Meanwhile, my worthless partner just mumbled that I should “Forget it, go back to sleep, it’s fine.”