It's a cycle of abuse and you can't fix it. And you can't take it back. The only thing that makes love stories worth telling is the pain that they leave behind. It's not the fresh, flawless beginning. It's the long, drawn-out, unbearable ending when you realize that the last five months of your life were more than likely wasted away. And you think about all the things you could have done differently and all the things you should have said. But really, it doesn't matter because what it comes down to and what shapes it all is every little thing that did happen. Retracing your steps or attempting to do it all over again wont change a thing. "It was here when you got here and it'll be here when you're not here no more." There's a reason things turn out the way that they do.