Since I've come back to Melbourne, I've been having the time of my life partying hard every week, since the bestie is always (liar) leaving, but manages to magically extend her flight, causing us to have a wasted weekend, just for fun. (She finds it entertaining.) I've been having tonnes of fun, meeting new people, seeing old faces, and of course, the occasional naughtiness.
And so all this while I'd like to think that I'm making great progress at forgetting.
And all it took was one picture. ONE. And I could feel myself literally crashing down. Right here in this seat, looking at this same screen, just 3 minutes ago. Just that one picture, and everything not only came back strong again, but the last and most dreaded thing that I thought I could and should handle well, given the circumstances, was staring me straight in the face.
So Lord help me dry the tears, take the pain away, and never ever let it come back again. Please. I don't want to be reminded. At all. Anymore. Just please do this one last thing for me.
Move over Vel. There's no place for you. You saw it coming. And you still stepped into it. You're an idiot.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
