Isnt it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards The thoughts you loved to think about the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle--it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box far from the light of day and throw away the key. Its not an act of bitterness. Its an act if self-preservation. Its not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead is it
Have you ever noticed how when youre happy time seems to pass by fast while when youre miserable it goes real slow Life would have been a blink with you whether it lasted a millennium or a month.