The past

It’s funny how the past always find a way to return in our lives and upset us or make us smile.
Its funny how we let it again and again back like an old friend that we don’t like but we can’t live without him either. How many of us didn’t burned the bridges and said I’m not going to look back again for the rest of my life? But you find yourself looking back not only once and then the past is hunting you. Bringing back the lost letters from a lover that you thought it was your soul mate.
How hard is to burned them down and start a fresh new life? From zero?
But you can’t and you don’t want to do it also. It’s something there that always make you want to keep the memories and from time to time to read it like an old book that made you smile and cry in the some time.
And no matter what the future will bring you, you will always have your past. The past that will come with you in which new relation you’ll have it. Each lover that you’ll have will come and join you like a coat, if you let this happen.



Isn’t it ironic that the people that made us suffer we will always remember?
And I’m asking you why?