[30th January, 2010]
I had forgotten this blog existed, until I went to comment on someone else’s blog, and blogspot remembered my account. All this time it’s been waiting for my return, while I’ve long forgotten the password, or even the username.
As I wrote the previous post, my parents found out I was head over heels in love with a girl. They made me choose, and being the conflict avoiding wuss that I am, I kept the peace at home, and told them that we were no longer together, while still seeing her every chance I got.
Fast forward a little over a year, and I’m here to tell you that no, this did not end well.
While I think we broke up because we weren’t meant to be, we have different interests, different values and different approach to life’s more interesting times, on the back of my mind, I can’t help but wonder if I am lying to myself.
Everyone always says to live for yourself, and that at the end of the day, you have to do what is right for you, not your parents.
I envy everyone who honestly thinks that way.
Whether it’s the way I’ve been bought up, or the way I am hard wired, but I think a family is a unit. A part of who I am, and my level of happiness is made up, in parts, of the happiness of everyone else in the unit, and this, I have come to accept is part of the things I cannot change.
Still, I fucking miss her to pieces.