I’d rather my mind played the sad love songs from my teenage years. At least those memories are nostalgic now. They don’t hurt nearly as much to relive.
Those old scars tell stories in such a subtle way. I could never do that myself. I use emotion when I talk, portray the anger, and the fear. I’m just too weak to deal with them right now.
So when my friends ask me what happened… I just shrug my shoulders and start telling them about a sappy romance movie.
— leest1 —