The past doesn't go away. It keeps calling to us from
the woods, and at vulnerable moments, at twilight on a
fall day with a Chopin étude playing, it can be almost
overwhelming. Those old voices weeping and whispering.
I have my ghosts and you have yours. Tell me about it.
Meanwhile, the day passes, we eat dinner, we put the dishes
in the dishwasher, we clean up the kitchen, we pick up a
book, life goes on. I believe that
All of the lovers and the love they made --
Nothing that was between them was a mistake.
All that we did for love's sake
Was not wasted and will never fade.
A friend of mine told me a few weeks ago: "You can't regret
all of the things you went through in order to get to the
happiness where you are now." The old love prepared you for
this new one. The tortured and exhausting 10 years with him
is a crucial part of your education and can't be separated
from the rest and burned. It's quite reasonable to still
miss him after only two years. You're not imprinted with him,
though, and you know that. You've moved on. You're only
enjoying a little sweet sadness. What would an autumn night
be like without it? What an inhuman life a person must lead
to never experience such feelings.
--Garrison Keillor, writing as Mr. Blue on Salon. (repost here)
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