Metaphorically Speaking.

It's easy to walk away when you simply shove investments and relationships into a small, undignified corner of your life. You forget they are there, like little pieces of dirty laundry that you never cared to wash and hang up to dry. Saving face is much different when forced to face your own self. Metaphorically speaking, of course. That corner contains every mistake, every regret, and every person you ever turned your back on. The dust collects and only stirs when more is added to the pile of emptied memories. So forgotten that you can hardly distinguish one book of regret from another. Maybe that is okay with you, as you throw another addition onto the pile blindly. Maybe you don't feel the added weight, the way your lungs protest when you breathe. Maybe one day you never will. Maybe that is just who you are. Maybe that is all you will be -- a book of regret stuffed in a corner that I, too, will never return to. Metaphorically speaking, of course.