One of the most romantic things anyone has ever said to me. Filled to the brim with overwhelming happiness, I believed it.
Today, I will myself to start packing up these memories, store them gingerly in labelled boxes, and for the time being, push them to the recesses of my mind, until the day I can, without too much pain, take them out, look back at them fondly and remember you.
Maybe it's his stoicism (he says his brain is stronger), maybe it's simply a lack of feelings, I find some strength in his seemingly unaffected manner, and strive to also 'get over it'.
As I look around at the city now, it feels different somehow, the fact that we came here together has helped define my life in this city from the start and now I just feel lost in this place. The void he left is still very apparent, but I pray it'll slowly start closing up.
Thank you for the memories.
Sunday, May 05, 2013
Once a upon a time, he said, 'I am your end station'.
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Strength, Ping.
It won't be of any solace, but sometimes when we've lost everything, we're forced to confront ourselves in a way that'll make us learn something new and valuable about ourselves.
A dormant internal passion, a new determined goal or simply a next step for ourselves. Things we earlier might have felt too comfortable for to dare consider or act upon.
These internal motivators, as well as the good memories, are invaluable and permanent to our own being. It is those combined that will lead to new paths and open new doors.
Thank you for the encouraging words, Carlo! (So eloquent, you...) How have you been?? Where are you now? I didn't imagine you might read my blog still.
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