I kept my word.

The one year anniversary of the break-up of my ex and I is coming up soon. I don't actually remember the exact date, but it's hard to forget someone you spent a decade with. We met in first year of Univ. and she pursued me for about a month. She did so many nice things for me while I lived in residence at school - I acted nonchalant about it, but I never had anyone treat me so well in my life (what a fool she was). It still brings a smile to my face when I think of those days, when she brought cookies to my dorm when I was hung over, and when her puny body carried up two flights of stairs a heavy TV and VCR with all the episodes of The Godfather for me to watch when I was bedridden with the flu. Was I ever lucky.

Our parting was difficult - she chose a career as a big shot corporate lawyer in London which put us continents apart, and slowly but surely things changed over the course of a year. It was a very difficult period for me - can't put into words how painful it was to let go of all the hopes and dreams that we had built together. All the things that I found joy in, seemed meaningless and useless. So much we had shared. We traveled the world together.

I'll always look back with fond memories, and I hope that all her dreams come true. She deserves everything she has - she worked so hard for it and let nothing stand in her way, even me. I was always in awe of her strength, and I came to rely on it. I learned a lot from the time I spent with her, especially that I could care for someone more than myself - unconditionally. While we worked hard to make things work - love wasn't enough.

However, it does me no good to replay the past in my mind. I know that every challenge and struggle that I've faced in my life, there has always been a lesson in it, and I have always come out even stronger.

Looking forward.. Onward...