Drabble #37

“Talking to an old flame,” he concluded “is like picking a scab. I like picking scabs- the pain lets me know I’m alive. But the wound never quite goes away. You see the occasional drops of blood, the pink matter underneath & what would like to become new skin; the throbbing pain never gone for more than a moment. Therefore, the wound never heals properly. That’s why one should never talk to someone who’s hurt them; the wound of the memory will never close & remain feeling fresh. Picking the scab may seem tempting. But you must never, ever pick the scab.”


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