“Darling, at the first misunderstanding, I slammed the door, and I didn’t look back: the pond is full of fish,” you hear at the table next to you. Of course, that can happen. You certainly did it too. But that was when you didn’t love him. When you surgically cut, finished the operation, and put the stitches in without ever going to the post-surgery visit.
But when you love him, that door nervously slammed, you carry it behind you like a fool, walking around the world without knowing exactly who you’re fooling: yourself that you don’t want to come back or him that you’re gone for good.
And after you keep carrying it, waiting for the fat lady to sing, you see that the lady doesn’t sing, so you realize it’s not over, and you make a u-turn. But this turn can turn the world upside down if you get exactly where you left off, without solving the problem.
Your mother told you, it’s written everywhere and I bet you found out on your own: reheated soup is no good—most of the time.
Of course, reheated soup is not good if it was not good from the beginning. Or if that’s the main concern: cool it down and reheat it over and over again. Or if you’ve both poured poison into it, and now you’re hoping it evaporates on reheating. Not gonna happen. Obviously, it won’t work even if you let it cool down completely and then rub two flint stones without being able to make a spark.
But sometimes it can be good. Sometimes people need to grow up separately. At least 5 minutes. Until they sync forever.
So, if you have to go back, go back at least one step further. Solve the original problem. Otherwise, the reheated soup won’t be good, and this will not be the only time you will go back and forth. And you’re going to get perfect. Perfect for a soap opera or perfect for a career in packing-unpacking.
