seven years

how memories lie to us. how time coats the ordinary with gold. how it breaks the heart to go back and attempt to re-live them. how crushed we are when we discover that the gold was merely gold-plating thinly coated over lead, chalk and peeling paint.

burn every bridge and never look back once.  don't ever stay earthbound and weary, don't ever think of someone you knew as someone you know.  they die along the road and their graves lie unmarked across the chasm.  their corpses molder and crumble to dust.  don't ever look back.

cut your losses.  keep calm.  carry on.