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I have been having them quite frequently of late. I think of the lies, of promises never kept, of dreams that I dared to have, of how I mattered so very little to the ones I loved the most. Even after weeks, months, and years, I continue to think about things. I still care; about them. Indeed, love is forever. Love is pitiful too.
I have found myself being enraged at times. Afterwards, rather hollow. But, at least, now I’m not sad. I don’t shed those silent tears any more. Whenever there’s the urge, I fight back well. I have been evolving and adapting I hope. Now, I don’t hurt quite as badly when I am let down. I have learnt to love with less passion. Maybe eventually, I’ll not care at all. I‘m getting there.
It is interesting that even as I write this entry, my beloved lets me know of her busy regimen, and how she’ll speak to me in just a little while. I don’t care enough to wait; I’m going out. Oh, how I’ve changed.
Have a nice day readers.
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Posted by tanna on 2008-05-16 09:45:01 | Rating: | Views: 79
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its not less passions, it's less pain as you said it is growth...
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Posted by lampoil
on 2008-05-16 19:42:09
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Yes, I've grown so much over the past couple of years. I regret nothing.
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Posted by tanna
on 2008-05-16 22:39:49
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