I catch myself reminiscing often and then come the familiar flutters followed by eager hands, tempted to dial a mentally registered numerical pattern. But I don’t. This isn’t always the best  time to do so, because inhibitions are lowered, rose tinted glasses covert the mind, and remnants of a once cherished bond convince you to believe certain feelings still exist. Might also give you the impression that things could actually work out again, given all thought process has been turned over to the heart. And honestly, how many times do we need to start over before realizing we aren’t making any progress?

What good has ever come from dwelling over these situations, if anything, dwelling is natures way of stunting your growth as a person. As much as I’d enjoy for things to work, they just didn’t, and more than likely won’t. Not anytime soon at least. People grow apart, relationships end, chance has bad timing. It happens. I’ve learned to take the loss and accept things for what they are. Can’t make anyone stay where they don’t want to be, let alone force something that isn’t there.

Love is an interesting delicacy, intertwined with heartache, with a funny way of entering and exiting your life. Causing immense amounts of pain yet leaving a touch of bliss in every wound to forever remain under permanent scars. Though extremely fond of my ex, I’m ready to detach myself and move on. Even if alone.

We should all follow suit.