We all revisit chapters of our lives once in a while. Perhaps you too, like me, in one of those quiet nights, wonder about past lovers. How is he now? What is he busy with? Should I get in touch with him again? Or even, why the hell did I get involved with him in the first place?
The night then turns into a haunting one, marked by ghosts of decisions you’ve made, words you’ve said and things you’ve done. Events unfold in your mind, like how one paragraph informs another, and how one sentence leads to the next.
You may reproach yourself, admit you’ve blundered horribly in your quest for perfection, and brood over what are now interpreted as “regrets.” Before trying to console yourself with clichés such as “we all make mistakes.”
When the memories get too uncomfortable, you try to shut them out, convinced that certain chapters of your life are best not revisited for now.
The quiet night gets quieter. Seconds ticks by. Life feels like a book that can’t be put down. You can only keep on reading.
And sometimes, there’s really nothing else left to do but flip the page.
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