The Sting of Memory

Don't you hate it when things from your past come back to tease you? No, not haunt. It's not as dramatic as that. It's little things, like an unexpected e-mail or text from someone you thought you'd never talk to again. As e-mail not to confront or beg but rather to ask for information because you have information that the other person needs and they have no other source to turn to but you. Or sometimes someone has done something to you in the past and then a completely unrelated person does the same exact thing? You can't hold it against the second person, it's not their fault that you have something against their action because it has been tainted by someone else. But you can't help but feel a little bit miffed by it. The worst one for me is music. You all of a sudden hear a song that someone introduced you to, a song that you don't normally listen to, a song that is now embedded with meaning, memories, and the essence of that person, a song that you haven't listened to since the last time you saw that person. I guess it's because I use songs to express how I feel. I've posted a number of blogs about songs that I've dedicated to a boyfriend, or an ex, songs that are hidden gems and a whole blog about one band.
I don't want to go into specifics as to why I'm writing this post because it wouldn't be fair to the person who has inadvertently awoken a kind of phantom jealousy inside me. It's not his fault; it's me who has to deal with the ghosts of my past and put them to rest so that I won't get upset.
P.S. this is actually a picture I took and edited. This is my boyfriend's eye that I supersaturated and placed it over the black and white picture of his eye.