Time heals all wounds...except for mine

I need reminders of how much she hurt me. I need to be able to be in the same room with her and not fight off tears. It's not that any of this pain is new, but that the wounds don't heal. It took me four years to get over Marc. Every time I see her or think of her, I remember how happy she made me and then the pain she caused me. I smile...and then wince.