I've noticed good things this last season... the ever-changing colour of the trees against many beautiful blue skies, the fact that so many weekends in a row, the sun was told to shine.
It could've been a lot harder, this last season. The pressures of some other activities in past seasons was not insignificant. The relative ease in which decisions could be made, the freedom that this season brought - for these, I am grateful.
Throughout the season, there were still days, where I would remember what happened. I would remember the hurt, the brokeness, the tears. It would drive me to despair, remembering those smiles unsincere, the lies outright, the pain extreme.
And while I have learned to see the colours of autumn this year, there are still days that I will throw the phone across the phone when you call, there are still days that I will curse profoundly when I hear your name, there are still days that my head doesn't stop hurting recalling what you did.
Thanks for helping me get through another season. Winter will be more trying. Help me let go. Help me help you.
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I miss you. One day this week, I shall turn up when my study quota is done. It's been an interesting season.
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