Wine-Stained

So I have a question. What happens if if you spill your drink over your favorite white dress? Its ruined forever and you can never wear it again. You tell yourself that you should've been more careful and little less clumsy. But whatever you say or what ever you do that stain's never gonna come off once it dries. You'll never be able to wear it again. I often find myself in such situations and its not always a dress that gets ruined.

Sometimes, its the memory of something good, or someone who could've been good, had I not fucked it up before time. Why do I keep doing this? Why do I keep ruining things before they have a chance of turning into something great and wonderful. I guess I subconsciously sabotage every good thing in my life. Ruin a lot of fond memories and turn then into ones that only hurt. 

So presently a couple of good memories have become hurtful reminders as they are now associated with one single bad thing. Its like they are tarnished with a stain that never seems to fade away and each time that I think about them, I get that feeling of labored-ease of loss.  

Loosing something beautiful because it is no longer the same, sucks. I hate these stains that the bad things in life leave on the good ones. Its like having a wine stained dress I cant wear anymore. Beautiful but ruined. These wine spilled memories first make me happy and then suddenly stab like a sharp knife. They'll never be like they were before. As irreversible as my wine-stained dress.   

So I guess there's no bright side to wine-stained memories. Nothing to say. Nothing to do. Nothing to make it like it was before.