She's been reading the same poem every night to fill the empty spaces. She feels as if it was made only for her. There are times when memories break her, she misses and starts picturing things that would have felt perfect and infinite, and then it makes her eyes well up. She tells herself, "Don't put your guard down, woman. You need this. No matter how much you force it, things will not be the same. Not now, maybe not ever. It's about time you stop chasing people. You are loved. You are more than loved."
It's a few hours to 2013 and what makes this night different from the others? 2012 was a whirl, it started right, it didn't end so right and what happened in between is only but a vague and distant (or maybe not so) memory. Like celebrating a third anniversary, like spending summer bereft of city lights but at one with nature, like failing thesis and having to extend another term in college, like getting a 91 from your final defense, like graduating in October, like going through an unprecedented breakup in December. 2012 had more downs than ups, it really wasn't my year. So am I ready to leave the good and bad behind? Like always, I am still unsure. 2013, you've come too soon and caught me off guard, but I choose my battles and this year I'm making things right. Someway, somehow.
For 2013, make every day count. HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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