Sometimes it's hard to remember the past and acknowledge you've been wronged and you've wronged.I guess it's as natural as it comes in human nature, but it's a whole different issue when it comes to actually dealing with it's heavy burden. I don't know how many hours for how many years I've thought about this very same topic. For way too many hours for a very long time. Unfortunately there is no short, precise cut answers. There is no formula as cliche as that is. Righting wrong is even more difficult to manage as you can never go back in time and pretend something that is broken, isn't broken. Once a vase is broken, it's broken no matter how much you glue it together. Memories...the sting they carry, the way they creep up on you in your dreams, to haunt you in your waking hours and to wound you as the present carries it's momentum, blurs and lack of hindsight to further put you into trouble, missing it's significance altogether. The only that emerges is that love can be, is often sacrificed and should be in the bigger picture of the things that seems to lie behind us and will be revealed throughout the course of the time as we, ourselves unfold.
Yakup, I miss you.
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