V attach our feelings 2 the moment when v were hurt by the people v love,endowing it with immortality & v let it assault us every time it comes 2 mind.It travels with us,sleeps with us,hovers over us while v live,& broods over us while v die.Thrz only one remedy for it,letting it go.But suddenly letting go is so difficult,cold,cruel like the healing process & hurt is utterly sweet,warm like the fresh numb wound.Y wouldn't it be?It keeps thoz people alive for us even tho v aren't for them.May b a desperate attempt of a masochist trying 2 win a lost battle,but its still a proof of a smidgen of hope left