re-read

reread what i had typed in the immediate previous post and was quite aghast.

what? i had typed that? about someone i had parted with for er, eight months already?? the hour must be getting to me.


golly, if that's how i am behaving after eight months' worth of being apart after one year of being together, late-night or otherwise - i'm never ever ever going to get married. never mind that there are people i know who will treat me well and are able to and will provide for my needs and frivolities - the idea of getting this weak just because of some person is ridiculous.

and it won't be me. nah-uh.


i may love, but i'll never marry. you all can laugh at me when i do walk down the aisle. i'm inviting it, because i know it won't happen. marriage is for lucky people.

and that's the reason why i'm strong. i will not be weak. never!