What About the Flashbacks?

You know how they say that the first 48 hours of dealing with (insert crisis here) are the hardest? What about the ones that come after that? The days, weeks, months after? How about those random flashback punches where you wonder just what went wrong, who should have fought harder and who should have let go first? Those where you look at an old picture or message or smell that familiar cologne and all of those old feelings come rushing back whether you want them to or not. I hate those. They make it even harder to move on from something which you weren't sure you wanted to end in the first place. There's a lot to be said for closure. When it comes to ending relationships, closure is key, or at least some sense of absolution. You have to know that it's over--irreparably, unequivocally, no-turning-back over. But what's even more important is the willingness and strength to seek and accept that closure, so that when you do see an old picture or smell an old scent, the first thing you think is "We had a good run, but that ship has sailed," instead of "God, I wonder what went wrong with us?"

Because anything else is sad and quite frankly, a little pathetic.