pamintijimas

i'm over it, he was saying to himself for the 1000th time while driving on a train. I'm older, i went through this already, i have experience, i will not succumb to the same pitfalls again. right? not exactly.
some kind of magic spell, an enchantment, a curse, a master puppeteer has sunk its claws into the tender muscle that is my heart.
granted, i have gained some resistance. i believe i am not so vulnerable as i used to be, after all, years of harsh training - pushing down the sweet emotions towards someone - has made me more durable. or just more numb?