just you just you just you just you

I am dirty, used, and pathetic.

but I have loved and in return have been loved equally, if not more.

The past has past. No place to go but forward. 

right?

But I still can't help but visit.

visit the feeling of old, dead.

but it some how still manages to give me warmth and happiness and I feel welcomed back there.

What could be better than feeling welcome in your life??