They say you can't go back again. I think the proper phrasing is more along the lines of "you SHOULDN'T go back again."
I've spent part of the evening re-reading old messages from the Loved One. Times were that we were happy and good to one another. I can't believe the people who wrote those things then are the people we are now.
What happened? Oh, whatever happened?
I've shoved some more things into some more boxes. My plans are still not completely defined. I keep telling myself and those around me that I'm really fine, but I doubt I'm being truthful. The coin has two sides, and I keep turning it over in my hands.
To justify my existence, I need to pack a couple more boxes.