Dear pipsqueaks,
A mystery tempting to discover, another's past can sure take one through hoops of emotions. Sometimes, it is better not to know. But as no one prefer treading in the dark, we all dig for answers - even if we do know it will not be kind to the ear, or the heart.
Then why do we do such things to ourselves? Why be like silly movie characters who go in search where the creepy noises are coming from? As if trouble is hard to find, I would have ran the other way. Yet, it aches not knowing. Whether it aches more than knowing, that's for one to judge. Either way, as pain is inevitable, I prefer to find out.
So, I asked.
Of course, the words carved like knives. Those pictured scenes playing in my mind as if I were really there, but invisible. Non-existent. Then again, I was. All this was before me. My name hasn't been written into the story just yet- pages or maybe even chapters away. So why do I feel faded when I haven't even been drawn?
Maybe, it's the fact that someone before you stood where you stand today. That someone was once just as important, just as irreplaceable. But now, only to exist in the written past. What's worse is that it cannot be erased or denied. It happened whether you accept it or not. Finally, it will be remembered. Good or bad, it exists whether you like it or not.
How, then, do we get over it? Can we get over it? Well, for the sake of it all, you just have to. Somehow. Think of it this way: the past will remain where it is. We do not live in the past, and we shouldn't. Whatever happened when, where and with who has no place for the here and now. At this moment in time, above all else, you are the one. Remember that and you will see through it. I did.
(Stick your name all over if you need reminders)