When we begin to sink in a notorious indifference, something comes and remembers that the coin has two sides. It happens to everyone. Most important it happens exactly when you start to forget, or you start dating someone else.
What I am talking about? Someone comes over you. Let suppose the former. Let say about the one we loved and we could not have. Or call it "the past". It spreads all the good you made with breathing exercises, trips with friends and read books to restore it. You do not expect it, of course. It is a surprise. Sometimes it is nice... and then it is just harder.
From time to time we sleep embracing the surprise. Strangle between arms certainties which do not belong to us. We wake up empty or full, and occasionally feel suffocated by the story in which we sank, shudder to details that are placed in another dimension to make our life more beautiful.
Some friend told me how one day was in store. Relapse is sometimes given only by sounds. She revealed that she had almost a year to forget, and all her grand plan was thwarted by a single James Blunt song. And then what happens? You begin to hope and that is not good .. "but this happens when we love", right? Damn...