Wow ... even as I write this, it seems so corny ... not because it didn't hurt at the time (it actually did - and I went out and got drunk and then bitched about her
But really, the point of this post is not to talk about her or about what happened (not entirely, at least). It's to talk about time. And how it really does ... I don't want to use the word "heal" ... allow you to move on.
To move on, and reach a point (of course, after going through a whole range of feelings - sadness, anger, confusion, indifference ... and a return to normalcy?) where you no longer have to be sad and/or bitter about things having gone sour, and can instead finally be at a place where you can once again be friends with the person, even though the friendship you once shared has inherently changed. I don't mean that things have become either better or worse, they're just ... different. And different does not always have to mean bad.
You have lost the awkwardness that inherently creeps in when you want to say so much, but cannot; and instead remember the reasons why you were fond of someone. And you feel that you have grown ... have become more sensible ... and are ready for a new beginning. One which may not have the same end as you once thought was destined to be, but which allows you to be yourself once more. Perhaps a more guarded self, but yourself nevertheless. And you can laugh once again. At yourself. At them. With them.
And all it took ... was time.
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I have a random, unrelated comment/demand: I insist you write a post about Ye Ilu Ilu Kya Hai, Ye Ilu Ilu?
Guess what - one of my friends picked this post from your page and saved it on hers as she thought it was applicable to her life - and thats where I read it. Ironic huh!! :) Am confused about how to feel on reading your post - but I treasure the invention called time too!!
Thats one of God's greatest gifts. Time. Any excruciating suicidal pain can be overcome with time..
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