I resisted against blogging about anything until I could get myself to sit down to write about 2004. For days, I had been thinking about what to write about. Of course I went back to my post a year ago about the devastation of 2003.
Then I remembered about something dear told me last night, so my itchy fingers went to the site to read a particular thread that would have made me go hysterical if I were to discover it myself. I think it takes a lot of courage to re-visit old wounds and come to terms with them. In fact, I am still trying. Its been two whole years.
I was just talking to my buddy about letting go. Somethings I did let go, but other old wounds gradually become scars in my heart. You can't see them, but you know that they are there. But I must learn to move on, move out of the shadows, if not we can never progress on. I am still trying.
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Thanks dear for being there for me. For letting me be wilful ALL THE TIME. For putting up with my awful temper. For letting me know that I mean a lot to you. For always giving me the best that you can. For letting me live the life I want to. For loving me so much.
