Chew on it.

Chances are all we have.

Category: Log

-365

Made it.

Not surprised. Not delighted. Not anything.

Still around. Still friends. Still wondering.

But I’m glad we’ve made it this far without (so much) bitterness, losing out on friends and all that. With or without, it’s been a year I understood I can be independent, can – in fact – do without affection, and can move on. You did too, and I’m proud of you. I’m proud of us. Our ‘thing’ that we shouldn’t have tried to define but we did, and now we know is a very deep bond that not many know of any no one completely understands.

The what-ifs and should-haves have been many. The why-did-yous too. We’ve found solace in the grey areas and in knowing ourselves with each other’s perspectives.

For letting me grow in a direction I did not anticipate a year ago, thank you.

You’re wonderful.

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Today, after a very depressing yesterday, I’m happy.

I came in smiling and that’s how this will stay. It’s good to see that I’m getting back. Of course it wasn’t as serious as a death or a disease detected or worse things, if they happen – but it was a life-event. One chat window closed – I’ll miss it but since none of this mattered to the other end, I’ll miss it for a lesser while than I expected I would.

But yay!

My aunt noticed the weight loss. My hair is feeling great. My jeans have a tear – how is that good news? Well, new pair woohoo! Music actually matters to me again. My copy may get agreed upon, or may not, but now work is not an excuse – it’s a job to be done and I’m up for it.

All this joy probably have to do with the fact that I’ll be spending the next 4 days at home.

Cheers. Remember, like Manasi says, “This too shall pass.”

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