It has been forever since my last post.

Not that anyone on here should care, stuff like that happens all the time.

People write, and then they stop writing. I always found it weird, almost worrying, when I came across a blog that had not been updated in months. I could not help but wonder what had made its author stop its project from the day before to the day after.

Life, as a matter of act. In my case at least, it was Life. Last time I updated this blog, I had just been left by He Who Shall Not Be Named (also known as You Know Who). I wept and wept for a whole summer and ended up posting quite an alarming monologue on how I was dying from the breakup. Charming.

I was hopeless. A shadow of myself. I ate Nutella from the jar with my fingers.

I needed what them winners call : "closure". I hate this word. Anyone with a bit of honesty in them know there is no such thing as closure. I think, and tend to hope, feelings are not to be put in a little box, locked in there and burried alive so their owner can move on to new, improved feelings.

It took me a year to not feel a pain in my stomach everytime I heard Spanish. A year later, I am ok. I found someone whom I love and who loves me in return. I am not lying to myself: I still have not found something as strong as what I had with him, but then I am only nineteen.

I am embracing Life. I still refuse to put him in the little closure box, because what we had is tangible proof to me that beautiful things happen when least expected.


-A.C


p.s : Oh and for those who might read this entry... Could you please comment on it? I remember how good comments feel. ^^