strange

strange, how in a moment it all comes back to you. as if there was never a recovery period, as if you never moved on or healed. there it is, staring you in the face, tearing up your heart all over again. maybe there are some things that we never recover from, no matter how long we sit in rehab. maybe these moments will always come, these moments where it's made perfectly clear that you can't forget. it's a part of you, a part of your history. like a disease that, though beaten, has left your system that much weaker, that much more vulnerable. perhaps it's supposed to be this way, we're supposed to be forced into remembering - reliving - so that we don't forget where we've been. i wish i knew how i felt. i want to be certain that i'm ok with this as a part of my past, or i want to be sure that i want to forget it.