I've been thinking about people that have been in my life in the past. And how sometimes, people are in your life for a specific time, for a specific reason. And then they're gone. I've gotten used to having to let go to them. After a while every trace of them seems to disappear.

I used to find it very difficult, but it seems to have become easier over time. Some have been harder than others (especially people I've dated) and still there are traces of them that occasionally remind me of them. It's like cleaning the attic, sometimes you have to go through all your stuff and throw out the old stuff....and move on to the new...

I'm happy with they way things are now. I don't need to keep going back to the past....