I was reading old posts from this blog today in a fit of nostalgia, from Way Back in 2005. It's been a while that this has been going, so I realised. In fact, this blog has been going for as long as I'd dated Deepak, which was a Very Long Time.

And now everything's changed, and for the better - or so I think.

I've been ... happier. More myself. And realising that there are people out there that speak my language in life, which, as it turns out, is easier than teaching someone else to speak it. Or, indeed, more rewarding than failing at such.

I read through the chronicle of the last couple of years, and all I could think was that I was so young.

So worried and paranoid and obsessive, about the most inconsequential things in the world. So trusting and so willing to fall in love. So cliched. So desperate for love. So blind. So unaware of what was important and what was not.

But in between it all, beautiful crystal moments.

I made my own mistakes, I thought I was all grown-up and adult but really I was just playing at life.

So stupid.

"That was the year ... when I was discovering that not all of the promises would be kept, that some things are in fact irrevocable and that it had counted after all, every evasion and every procrastination, every word, all of it."
- Joan Didion