Why did I reopen this wound? I was on my way to moving on. I did good the last three months. I was kinda happy...ish. But he has been on my mind a lot and no matter how hard I tried to let it go and move past this miserable heart ache, like some dewy eyed imbecile I cut open a scar that's long past healed. Why did I start texting him again? Why, in a night of drunken waste, did I tell him I love him? Did i forget the pain i put myself in before? like those four months never happened? Am I an idiot? a gluten for punishment or both?