residual

I thought things would have died down, feelings faded, nothing else. Yet unknowingly, things never ended, I guess? Contradicted I am, part of me hoping to be back there again, yet begrudgingly things needa move on, and well, I need to be in time (and digressing slightly, on time). It seems as if I'm still trapped in the past, relishing the old times, though everything has just whisked past me like a wave and here I am, standing strenched in accumulated regrets and linger. I need to move on.