ex-files...

...to open or not to open?
that is the question...
too often i ask myself this after the fact when the file has already been opened and rifled through...
i blame muscle memory. the recall of touch that has (affected) on a cellular level...
memory is defined as:
1. the act or fact of retaining and recalling impressions
2. the ability of certain materials to return to an original shape after deformation.

except...in the case of re-opening the ex-files...i rarely return to my original form...and it takes days, sometimes weeks to recover...
the imprint is there...like a tempur-pedic mattress the weight of him leaves an indentation...
and the deformation of my core is apparent to the outside world (like the scarlet letter)...
i am the depiction of a perfect crime scene...dust me and you will find his prints...one of a kind patterns where he has left his mark...branded me with his presence...
like a grease stain on your favorite white sweater...he doesn't just 'come out in the wash'...

there is this delusional theory that once re-visited the ex-factor may have magically transformed..."people change"...
but they really don't...we all shift and grow...but the fundamental things that make or break a relationship...well, those things persist.
you can re-open the file...move the sentences around, change the structure, read between the lines, summarize the paragraphs, analyze, re-analyze, even destroy some of the evidence but the content remains the same...even altered the file holds the hard facts:
exhibit A: the truth...beyond a reasonable doubt...

we all revisit. it's a human defect to return to where we've once been...

remember marvin gaye "everybody plays the fool"...
reopening the ex-file is reminiscent of the bird who continuously attempts flying through the glass window...at some point the bird figures it out, right? or gets brain damage in the process...

we rarely "close" any file...in order to do so we would have to delete and destroy all evidence, move to a new city, change our name and hair color...you get the idea...witness protection style...and that's just too much work...
so we stay friends, keep in touch, avoid awkward conversations about new lovers, and try to find a space where we just might still fit...like our favorite jeans from a few years back...we jump through hoops, squat, suck it in, whatever it takes to get into them but they just aren't the right size anymore...and even if you get them zipped...as soon as you sit down and try to get comfortable you either can't breath or you rip the seam...

the point is...when it comes to the ex-files...it's best to put the file in the cabinet, buy a good lock, and put the key on the top shelf where you can't reach it. eventually you'll forget it's even there...