(ahhhh... satisfaction! somebody finally picked up on the silent nodeshell challenge i hard-linked in Strange Days. thank you Leynos!)

lamenting over past "whatevers" can become a comfort zone.
there is familiarity in frequented emotions; it can be a very addictive crutch.
why are you holding on to those photographs of her? for posterity?
do you wear your heartbreak like a badge; waiting for someone to find your stash of vacation slides so you can tell your tale to people that never met her? they'll always take your side. maybe you can figure out where things went wrong if you watch that video of her dancing to 'You can leave your hat on' just one more time.

or are you hoping she will fall in love with the martyr you've become?