after my last relationship ended, i had a few old doors reopen. pandora has always had a way of finding me with that box of hers.
this particular door was a big one. he was my first real relationship. yet he was also my first toxic and abusive relationship.
we were really young. and stupid. so to have crossed paths with him again 12 years later… it was offbeat, but i was curious.
it’s no surprise that rekindling anything romantic with someone linked to many terrifying recollections didn’t work out real well. but we managed to try being friends, and it wasn’t bad. he no longer was the monster i’d filed him away in my memory as.
but last night, he once again reminded me (not physically) why he was a part of my past. and more importantly, that he didn’t belong anywhere in my life except for in my past.
when old doors reopen, it doesn’t have to mean it’s intended to stay open. maybe it just means you need to do a better job at closing it this time around.
that one’s a wrap. again.