Everyone makes mistakes and very few are able to bear the burden of there deeds. It's like a cloud of smoke that follows everywhere and when one realizes it's not easy to get rid of the pain, eyes sting and it's hard to breath and one would do anything to make things right and let the cloud fade.
Their is a point in the grieving process, when you can just walk straight towards the memories or run away from them and vow never to look back.
Have you ever ran? Have you ever experienced the ecstatic fun that is always successful to completely woo you? Go through this beautiful experience of mine, when i run and feel the magical goosebumps.