An excerpt

An excerpt from a book I recently read, liked and modified:

"Forget me," she says.
"How do I?" he wonders.
"Have friendship with some other girl," she advises.
"I am not in sinc with myself. How do I make friendshipo with someone else," he ponders.
"Even my friends have started complaining that I am not my natural self when I am talking to them. I look like I am lost somewhere even when I am in their company. How do I make a new friend in such condition."
A friend advises, "Erase all her memories, delete all her messages, all her e-mails. Everything that reminds you of her."
"Will that serve the purpose? How will I deface her from my memory? I have her in my nostrils. I had captured her fragrance at the very first meeting and every time I inhale since, the air in my lungs reminds me of her. Should I stop breathing?
"What do I do of the heart, the soul and the body that she has touched? No amount of scrubbing would erase the imprint she has left.
"What do I do of the warmth of her hugs that has heated me so much that I can withstand the most wintry weather without anything else to cover my body?
"What do I do of her taste that has molten on my tongue and still lingers? Everything that I eat becomes more tasty as it is mixed with that taste. Should I stop eating?
"And should I go killing all the cats that crisscross my path? An animal I hated, being superstitious. But I have grown a liking for it. The shrewdenss in the eyes of the cats when it looks at things reminds me of amazement with which she used to look at the feline. I never missed an opportunity to draw her attention towards a passing cat whenever we were together."
He says, "What do I do?"
"Time heals," she replies.
Does time remove the mark of the wound too," He wonders.