I wish I knew why I had a hard time letting go of failed relationships. How did I become THAT girl that pines for all things lost and who wishes to continuously re-read the story after the page has already been good and turned?
I think it’s because I can’t just hurt and then heal. I’m envious of anyone that can. I need to rehash and rethink and relive until every detail and every ache and every mistake can be accounted for and dealt with appropriately.
If I could re-write any part of myself it would be the one that chooses to linger. The part that knows it’s time to go but just can seem to make it all the way to the door…The part that loves so hard the imprint of it’s memory takes a life time to wash away.
I’m not very good at editing myself.
I guess that’s the problem.