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Monday, May 03, 2004


I'm trying my best, gentle readers, to get back in the swing of publishing this blog. Part of me wonders what the point is, if anyone still reads this piece of cybertrash. Alas, my own vanity compels me to continue. Write on, I shall.

The emotional shock has worn off - I can talk about this now. Last monday, John broke up with me over email. My initial reaction went something like this: "WHAT A FREAKING PUSS!" Both outrage and bereavment have subsided, allowing rationality to come into the forefront. I miss him, it's true. Yet I must also face that the past 2 months of our relationship had been severely lacking. Things were just falling apart . . .

I long for those endless summer days of yesteryear. We were immortal. The future held certainty as we carved the vessels of our future, hand in hand, and launched forth into the vast possibility of youth.

But it was not to be. And I must admit - my heart has been elsewhere for some time, even as my body remained at his side. The time to move on has come. I only hope it is not too late.

As a result, I'm taking Shadi to prom. More on that later.


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