The Past

      The sixteen-year-old me was certainly a drama queen. Having an 18-year-old boyfriend at the time was considered cool, and willing to die for the so-called love was called bravery. Now I see that stupid. However, I don't think it was necessarily bad, but quite an experience that I could learn from the past. 

       I have changed so much that I don't even see a shadow of the old me. I guess the most unchanged characteristic of me is love to write letters and diaries. I had hid so many letters from everybody in a secret place, and tonight I dug them out for some refreshment. I see myself wasn't looking for comfort or peace in a love relationship at the time, but fireworks that could sparkle the boring entities in my life. I would rather say I was selfishly manipulating. I am glad I have come this far changing and improving. Hehe.

       Mr. F and I are now in a stable friendship that we both appreciate each other's feelings. A good relationship does require efforts. Long distance isn't easy to run, but at least we can try. =)