Past, Present, Presence..

There are certain parts of your past that you would want to bury because thinking about it hurts so much that nothing can cease the pain. But over the years, I realise the pain has lulled and even the mere mention of it doesn't cause me to recoil.

After so many years of avoiding each other, we bumped into each other twice this year. Back then, when we lived so far apart, we made an effort to meet each other. But now, when we are living so close, we choose to ignore each other's presence. The irony of life.

Recently, my past tries to catch up with my life again. I'm cool about it but I don't know if that is a wise decision.

Sometimes, I believe, we just have to take the risk. I think I can manage my feelings well now to accept my past's presence. The problem is, can my past's present accept my presence? Only time will tell.