i loved “the butterfly effect” because it shows the dangers of changing the past.

cousin hybrid asked me today that if i could go back to a particular year,
one where all the shit in my life popped off,
would i change anything with the knowledge i have now.
ironic because earlier today,
i asked fancy if she ever misses anyone from her past.
i’ve been fantasizing heavy about someone from mine.
as fun as it would be to try and change the past…

see,
i knew going back would be an issue.
you’ll never feel comfortable the second/third/tenth time around.
as much as you’ve “talked about it”,
nothing ever changes.
some folks just don’t change as much as you’d want them too.
it’s just a honeymoon phase,
a few rounds of make up sex,
and social media status updates.
i got a text today from my friend who went back to their abuser:

“i think he is cheating on me.
i’m about to trash this whole crib…”

um…

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