They weren't mistakes. Rather, each encounter, each alcohol fueled lapse in judgment, was forward motion. I won't apologize for just trying to keep up. I was no guiltier of offense than my fellow cohorts en masse. We were all careening in dizzying fast forward. The only surety of halting the momentum was thoughtless disregard, or in more instances than not, a well-aimed fatal blow to the heart assured sudden death, and by effect, undeniable conclude. 

It is impossible to forget past liaisons. Memories persist through the dense fog of faded faces and lost embrace. You could attempt to put it behind you. Assume a new identity. Pretend your love life began at the words, "I do." But you would be a liar, and you would eventually be found out. The past, along with any indiscretion therein, always breaks free of it's prison walls.