Isn’t it ironic that the moments you treasured prior to a breakup might turn into your fiercest adversaries afterwards? It suddenly seems much safer to lock up your favorite ideas and memories in a box, far from the light and with a key you can’t lose—thoughts you relish and wished to preserve for all time. It’s not a vindictive act. It’s an act of defense for oneself. Staying behind the window and observing life instead of driving oneself crazy isn’t necessarily a bad idea, is it?