I have written a fair share about the past coming back to you, either in the form of an e-mail from an old friend, or the memory of someone you once knew. And when this friend of mine contacted me, it made me happy, and it made me think about another person, and I started to wonder whether I should contact him again.

But, it also made me think about when is the right time to contact someone you haven’t seen for ages, or should you even contact them at all. When should the past be left in the past??

Well, obviously if you and that person ended on a bad note, the past may just be better off where it is. And of course, if you already have tried to contact that person and that person did not show any interest, well, then it might just be for the best to leave that person alone… So, this other person whom I haven’t had anything to do with for years asked me if we could forget about the past…

So, this is my answer to you. No, there is no forgetting the past, because there is no past to forget about. I wasn’t interested in having anything to do with you the last time we had contact, and I am not interested now. I won’t be interested next year, or in two years time, or ever. I haven’t replied to you because I never saw the need to reply. I thought that me not answering last time, and not answering this time was answer enough. Which I think you knew, given that you pretended to be another person for so long just in order to get me to talk to you. Well, is that dignified? Anyway, I don’t hate you, I don’t even dislike you – I just don’t care. There was a time I did care for you, and a time I knew you, but all those reasons that made me care for you once are exactly the same reasons that make me not care about you now, which you magnified with the whole MorkMidas act. I am a very different person now, and there is no room for old mistakes in my life. Move on, stop lurking in the past! I wish you the best, and all the happiness you can have, but I do not have any wish to be a part of your life, or for you to be a part in my life.