Good memories are like drugs.
They are addictive and they can flood you instantly.
The trip so delightful that you forget the bad,
the painful
the hurt
that you were forgotten.
Good memories are what make you reconsider,
draft the apology,
yearn for a reunion.
For so long you told yourself to get out, it was so justified.
Now here you sit...
that song is on,
you ate at that restaurant today.
Deep down, you want to go back,
so badly you are hungry to relive it all.
Those good memories and
the high of being wanted back.
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