My adorable friend Disco has been visiting this evening, with much tales of gossip and pending men, despite the fact that she has recently split from her ex and is nursing a broken heart. She has an unhealthy ability and desire to move out of one thing and into another (usually completely inappropriate and destined to faii) thing at a speed of light, but I can appreciate the need to halt the eternal loop of heartache however you need to, and each to their own in choosing whatever it takes to pause what seems a never ending brain overide of relentless and unanswerable questions.
For me, any discussion of broken hearts always results in reflection on he who should not be named - unfortunately. And whilst it's all such a long time ago, and whole lengthy periods of time go by without giving him a second thought, he is still somehow embedded permanently in my past and my present; and our relationship, as a short lived proper relationship and a much, much lengthier 'post-relationship' relationship has undoubtedly and irrevocably changed the person I am.
To be honest, I prefer the person I was before, and several times just lately I have found myself thinking about him and wishing I could just delete the whole thing. Literally, rewind and erase.
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