I've always thought that to start anew one has to burn down all the bridges to stop the past catching up with the present. It turns out the trick is not to burn down the bridges rather to shut all the doors to the past, shut them hard, and, most of all, keep them shut no matter how hard and how often the past comes on knocking.
I've realized one could compare me to a butterfly, not cause of my social nature, rather the fact that if one tries to catch me, one ends up damaging my wings beyond repair, robbing me of not just my freedom and beauty, but life itself. It is better to just let me be, let me flutter my wings and admire them from afar. That is what love is.