Five days to go before a very important part of my life ends. It’s bittersweet, because I know in my heart that in spite of the sadness this is for the best. It’s probably a brand new start for me, too. Maybe a chance to open my heart to someone else.
In case you’re wondering, no, I’m not breaking up with someone. Jeez, I’m not even committed. But the feeling is kind’a like that, when you’ve liked/loved someone for so long that even without a relationship, you feel a bond with that person. It doesn’t even matter that you’re on a one-way street. It’s just the way it is.
Good thing I’m going out later. I’m gonna get drunk, dance, and enjoy myself. That’s always a sure way to wipe out traces of melancholy.
In the meantime, I need my coffee fix.
