Department of Unclaimed Baggage

The other day I was at one of my friend's house, whom i had been involved with a few months ago but things sort of winded down and everybody moved on. Our trio was making conversation and simple things, and the subject turned over to her new boyfriend, and how things were going and how things were running quite beautifully.

It was not for a little while later, perhaps an hour or so, that I had returned home, and i realised in one split moment, that i had been trying to change the topic of that conversation desparately with out flailing since her new gentleman friend came into the conversation.

It really started me thinking though, how funny it is, that even if people "move on" and pull ourselves out of relationships and push into others, with or without negative sentiments toward anyone, we still manage to subconciously cling to the ones we really cared for. We carry around our unclaimed baggage, "Oh that was a while ago, I moved on..." "...that was nothing, just differences in lifestyles, i guess...", but somewhere inside all of us, we still wish that things had stayed just the same. Some insignifigant, yet screaming voice longs for the way we were.

 

MysticSnowcone:

So I'm talking to the head of this department now?

I know what you're saying. Now give me back my f***ing suitcase!!