are we being too careful?

I'm the type of person who forgets the past. The type of person who pushes it away, burying it so deep that it no longer exists.

He is the type of person that lives in it. The type of person who constantly digs at the truth, unearthing the buried past that always exists - no matter how deep in the soil it is planted.

Does that mismatch us or does it fits us together? Perhaps both. We really are perfect together, despite our distinct and opposing differences; like fitted parts of a colorful and confused wooden puzzle, we mesh.

Anyways, today, as with everyday, he dug and I, the proclaimed repressor, did not repress.

Example:
matt: they have drinking parties there
me: what does that have to do with anything?
me: oh.
me: wait.
me: don't answer that.

The gmail-chat would really make more sense if the situation was known, but we'll leave it at this: I made a whole bunch of mistakes when I first came to college, and Matt wants to re-live one of them so he can finally come to terms with it. He also wants to make me re-live them until I'm okay with what I did, but I honestly do not consider that a possibility.

Side note: Spring season Field Hockey is kicking my ass.