: Open stories:
Alanis Morissette has a song called "Unsent" (supossed disk Former Infatuation Junkie) which is a series of messages, or crankcase, your ex-boyfriend (do not know if all, or only the most significant).
I remember this song because many Sometimes we say words without those people whose paths intersected with ours for a while (sometimes long, but in my case, always short). I think about the last non-story, where the Jerk coward disguised , leaving clothing and disheveled cyanide (which is much better than undressed and excited, I do not deny it).
I also start thinking about my ex (chronologically speaking, the most recent case), who took a coffee super friendly without second or third intentions .. my ex who never got key name, but with its level of importance. And because I finished, there are always ashes of survivor guilt.
not want to return: I have already discussed the intricacies of my "nostalgia" and roam more lust and romance that no stamina. It's just that there are so many stories of people who hit us, or we hit, and we were left without saying the words we occupied ...
"where there was fire, ashes remain" ... but you can not do anything with the ashes ..
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