Monday, March 12, 2012

For me it isn't over..

[6:54 am]


Try as I may, but she is giving her ex-boyfriend a chance, again. I saw them yesterday at the massage parlour. Well, both of them are trying to make things work...or at least the ex-boyfriend is trying very hard.

But, yes, but it seems V is still emotionally not ready after our online conversation a couple of days ago. She needs time, she said. I pity the ex-boyfriend because I know that he has been very patient with her and from what my senior told me, it is to the extent that its being unfair to him. Maybe that's love, by holding on to a glimmer of hope, no matter how minute, hoping that she will accept him back again.

For me? While I have the same high level of tolerance and able to accept her flaws, I don't want to be drained out emotionally trying to handle her baggage. I miss her everyday in a heartbeat, but I have to constantly remind myself that until she resolves her emotional baggage, it's going to be difficult.

Its a hard and painful choice for she did meet 70% of my requirements. The other 10% had to go because of her emotional baggage. If she do get rid of the baggage, she would had met my benchmark requirements.

But as our good friend Adele said,

Nothing compares, no worries or cares.  
Regrets and mistakes they're memories made.  
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste? 

 

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Thursday, March 01, 2012

Forgiven..

[9:20 pm]


We are talking again..after 72 days of Cold War. Even though it's not like back in the good old days, at least it's a start.

I am not sure where this journey will take us, but I am keeping my options open. A colleague is taking "pity" on me and will be introducing her best friend to me. For now, I am keeping my mind open and not going to let my emotions rule my mind again.

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