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Name: Nikita
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Friday, June 08, 2007

Cats and a name

You won't be reading this and honestly, I don't want you to. I just need a place to vent my feelings. You never told me for certain how you felt. Yes, I am talking about you of the A, B, Cs.

"...love of my life, love at first sight..."

I never even knew who you were referring to. I wish it were me, but like so many things with us, I was never certain. Was there even an "us" or did I dream up the whole thing? I tried cutting of contact with you completely, but was foolish enough to meet you again when I came home the last time. The most ironic thing is that despite it all, I have such a fun time when I'm out with you that I forget how upset you made me feel previously.

This time though, you disappointed me. If you hadn't wanted to meet again, you should have said so and I would have understood. After all, we've moved on, you might have a new girlfriend, a busy job etc, I wouldn't have a clue. But just say so and I would have left it like that. I hate it when people say they will arrange to meet and don't do so. My bad for trusting you.

This was particularly important for me. I wanted to tell you what was going to happen in the next two years, the big changes, the drastic moves; I wanted to find out what was going on in your life for I had a feeling that something wasn't right. Instead of running around three places in a night, I wanted to just sit down in one place and have a chat and a drink.

I thought we could be friends still. If we'd met earlier, I think we would have made such good platonic friends. Maybe you think otherwise, I don't care to speculate anymore. I've moved on as well but wanted to touch base with you every once in a while, is that so difficult?

Anyway, thanks for all the good times. Will I make a clean break this time? Time will tell.

xxx

Nikita

 

 

 


Wednesday, November 22, 2006

One year later, everything has changed.

...dreams were built and destroyed
...places revisited and abandoned
...people trusted who then deceived
...promises made and broken

I've grown up and learned to move on. Naive and idealistic, two characteristics that spell disaster. You weren't there when I needed you the most. A new city, new job, new acquaintances, new responsibilities. All alone to fend for myself in a foreign place, not even a single person that I could depend on.

Every single one of the people who greet me with a smile when they see me, who ask me out to parties, who offer me help when I need it and when I don't, the people who are concerned when I look tired and worn, when I lose a patient, they are all friends I have cultivated in the past three months. From not knowing a single soul to a brand new group of friends who have been with me through the good and the bad times.

You disappointed me, but then again, maybe I expected too much from you. In reality, I am disappointed in my own judgement of you. You never asked me my very first opinion of you, but I can see now that it was the correct one. I thought I was mistaken in judging the book by it's cover, but in reality, that first opinion was the right one. I can't hate you, even though I wish I did. I only sense the void that will one day be filled.

Thank you for forcing my hand to move on. Perhaps without you, I wouldn't have met all the people that I now know here.

With love,

Nikita