Sitting by the fireplace on a frozen winter night.
Warming over you like a blanket straight from the dryer.
In the welcoming arms of the heat, you can think.
And maybe it warms the coldest of memories.
Maybe it makes them seem okay.
All these things you thought you told yourself to never think about again come back.
And they are okay.
And they make you laugh.
And in a moment, sitting there in the flickering light, you focus on all that made it worthwhile.
And maybe you shouldn't be so upset.
But, as with any flame, the fire will burn out.
And you know that when it does, you will come back to seeing the bigger picture.
Back to seeing exactly why you locked these memories away.
But until then you sit and live out the past.
It's okay.

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