ignorance is your new best friend.

I'd rather chew on broken glass than keep on living in the past and wasting time on words I know you didn't mean. It's complicated. I think when bad things happen--whether someone dies or people argue or split up--you get to a point where it's just too hard to go back. There's so much lost. So many versions of the truth. So many versions of how things might've turned out differently. We all long for what could have been. For some people, it's just easier to move forward and try to forget. I realized that I was holding on to something that didn't exist anymore. That the person I missed didn't exist anymore. People change.