Absence

After a breakup or falling out, there can be resentment, relief, regret. You deal with the pain, the sun rises and falls, and suddenly you find yourself missing the very person you couldn’t wait to be rid of (or the person who hurt you beyond your threshold of pain). As you take in new experiences with each new day, you can’t help but grasp at the memories that are slowly fading in the background. And some of those memories seem shine brighter than usual.

Ah, the first moment we realized we’d make a great team. The first moment we got away with an awesome prank. The first obstacle we survived. The tingle of excitement. The chemistry. The adventures. The laughs.

The good times cloud up your memories and suddenly you find yourself wondering what went wrong. And when your current relationships are sub-par, the nagging idea that maybe we should get back together arises.

Hold on.

There is a reason for everything. A reason for separation. A reason for distance. A reason for absence. Sometimes a dose of reality is what is needed to be reminded of that reason. Whether it is actually being reunited in person (or pretend), or searching for the reason it just would never have worked out, that reason is the key to getting you out of that cobwebbed closet.

Remember? The first and last fight, and every other fight in between? The inability to agree on the simplest of things? The compromises that you didn’t want to make? That feeling in the pit of your stomach when you were too tired to fight? The doubts, betrayals, and disappointments that are still too great for words?

Yeah, times were great. Those laughs were real. And so were those tears.

Yes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. That’s only because you forget. If you’re going to remember, why not choose to remember all of it: the good and the bad, both in the heat of it and the aftermath.

The first time you walked that path, you learned from your adventure. The second time, you’d be the fool who has been duped twice by the same hand. If you’re going to stroll down memory lane, make sure you find your way back. After all, it is a two-way street.

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