Past lovers are like wisdom teeth. Most of the time you can forget they still exist, but every 6 days - or 6 weeks, or 6 months, or 6 years - they resurface causing anguish and head aches. Ruthlessly making painful, all the things you were enjoying and taking for granted everyday, like meals, and smiles. On the bright side, after an indiscernible amount of time, they retire into the respective holes they left in your life.
You could always yank them, remove them entirely from your body, but hey, you never know when you'll need them. And anything that permanent is just scary.
I hate commitments.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
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