Your memory is a monster; you forget - it doesn't. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you - and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you

¿Sabes lo mejor de los corazones rotos? - preguntó la bibliotecaria 

Negué. 

Que solo pueden romperse de verdad una vez. Lo demás son solo rasguños. 

I respect if you don´t want to talk about it, but at least, write about it.