This Is How We Heal

I’m addicted to the past.

It’s like reading someone else’s story now, not mine, not ours.

I poured over K’s old blog. I can see the appeal objectively now, following the shared drama like a weekly soap. We were ridiculous, there were so many comments, I really understand now why we drew such a following for a time. I don’t mean to sound arrogant, I’m not, I have the good sense now to be embarrassed. That doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the entertainment for entertainments sake. A poorly written novel can still have it’s moments. It was still a better love story than Twilight.

Really I’m killing time. Between purging and packing I give myself moments of respite, and bury myself in this strange yet familiar history. It’s mostly foreign to me now. My heart has forgotten all of the anguish, it healed, even though I never thought it would. Not just thin scabs, but hardened scars, fibrous and strong, protecting all of those vulnerable spots that used to bleed so freely.

Time, it seems, does indeed heal all wounds.

2 Comments

  1. I read the old blog… I think ten years ago, ( I cringe just tying that! Lol) and just stumbled upon you again, all these years later. I hope life has been good to you, was always my favorite blog. Very real . 😉

    • Shasta

      April 21, 2017 at 3:48 pm

      Michelle,

      It definitely has been a long time, hasn’t it? I cringe just thinking that I was writing so many years ago! Thank you for taking a moment to say hello. It is deeply appreciated, and always brightens my day to hear from a past reader.

      – Shasta

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