Saturday, December 14, 2013

Wishing to forget

This year marks 10. It was the first time I had wished I would have forgotten the date. I almost succeeded.

I knew it was sometime the next few days. If I didn't know, which date precisely, I could get on with the day as usual.

But curiosity killed the cat. On the day that I hoped had passed, I checked the dates. It was smack on the date he died.

So much for forgetting.

I don't think I ever will. My conscience won't let me.

In a way, could that be the reason I am still single? Finding all the ways and excuses in sabotaging my own opportunity in finding a person to share my life with. Because I can't forget?

Too old to play the game, yet wishing a little bit of romance in my life.


Too much thinking. I'm not looking.. Nothing compares to him anyway. No point in comparing and contrasting.

I've also become a bitter old b!&@¥. The bossy boss. I can't even stand myself sometimes....

But I'm successful & good in what I do. I'm also moving up the ladder & doing well in the rat race. Who dares now?