Jibberish (part 2)

Someone whom I haven met for years, haven spoke for a while, called on me today.. Am not as affected as I thought I would be. Nevertheless I really just wanted to get this off my chest before I head to bed..

I guess bittersweet memories are addictive. Like black coffee.. Has a rich aroma but a bitter taste. Yet I cant stop my coffee addiction. I cant tell if it's because the caffeine keeps me awake, or that I really like how it taste.. Like those memories. There's no longer a need to find out what's real and what's not. Time has worked on it like a sift. What's left are those that's left an imprint in my heart, like scars left behind after a wound..

How do I leave them behind? Perhaps only time.. More time..