I never really considered myself to be someone who dwells on the past or who lives with regrets. In fact, I usually take pride in the fact that the past should be embraced, and learned from. But what I’m coming to find out is that this embracing could be a form of dwelling. I should be more orientated with the present.
I could read through old messages, emails, texts and trace our history back to the first unfolding…but I’d be partly lying to myself because every relationship I have has developed and changed. Some have grown into directions I cannot reach but only time will tell, not my old journal entires.