Finally…
April 19, 2010
Finally, I write in my poor, neglected blog again.
Finally, unrequited love is requited.
Finally.
Sometimes you spend so long imagining something that you are sure that if you were ever to live that something, it could not possibly be as good as you imagined it to be. But sometimes, just sometimes, it’s even better – because it’s real, and you couldn’t have possibly imagined all the tiny elements of it that you would love so.
It’s not perfect and unblemished. It doesn’t make everything in your life perfect. You still have your hangups, insecurities, irritations… but when you think about it, you feel happy. Not some manic ecstacy that surely can’t last, but truly, blissfully, contentedly happy. Because after following a bumpy road, with no GPS, minimal navigational ability, break ups, break downs, tears in front of your boss, attending events that made you cry, and putting away the drawings that you could no longer look at, you have got to where you wanted to be, and every single bit of it was worth it.
