Today, I found myself grappling with a ghost from the past, a sudden resurgence of memories demanding attention. It's curious how thoughts of exes tend to resurface, how their memories choose moments to revisit, almost as if they still have part of your life.

In the midst of it all, I feel compelled to address something: closure.

Specifically, closure with my exes. Yet, as I reflect, I realize something crucial—I don't need closure from them. Every decision, every action in the past, was a means of survival. I won't justify any hurt I may have caused, but it's essential to recognize that I was hurting too. We both played our parts in the drama of our relationship.

However, dwelling on it serves no purpose. I'm sorry for any pain I caused, but I also acknowledge the hurt inflicted upon me.

It's a two-way street. Yet, here I am, years later, and they still occupy space in my mind, rent-free. It's almost amusing, the audacity of memories to demand attention when least expected. But I refuse to be held captive by the past.

I've moved on, filed those memories into long-term storage, almost forgotten. And now they come bursting back, uninvited. Nevertheless, I'm reclaiming that space, focusing on the present and the future.

Here's to letting go, moving forward, and embracing what lies ahead.