We fall back into the arms of an old flame so many times.
Why?
Well, because maybe you want the rush of the fight or the sting of the burn.
After a while that flame makes you realize you deserve the same rush with a little less pain.
Then you get it, call it love and it exhilarates you, gives you life and makes you smile.
That flame both killed you and pushed you into a whole new life.

It may make you cry now, but every tear, if rolling down the right river, will take you to the cool mountains to refresh that last bit of wind in your sails and bring back your peace of mind.