It is most difficult to renounce memories of old flames. It’s as if you couldn’t put the flame out even if you poured a bucket of all the Earth’s water on top of that fire. The memories aren’t so much as cherished, but put on a shelf in the back of your mind like your old dvd’s of your guilty pleasure movies. You can’t help but re-watch the same story you’ve witnessed a million times. It’s something about a past-lover that is almost haunting. No matter how moved on you are, you cannot help but wonder how they are doing from time to time.
But whenever I can feel myself attempting to recollect the past, I stop myself. I remind myself that I am better off, no matter how horrible the present can get. I should not dwell on those who were not capable of remaining in my life.