It's never too late

There were many firsts this week..

My first night out with my friends, my first stay over at a chalet, my first time cycling (and I finally can) and my first time taking the train with the girls.

I know, these things may sound very trivial to many but it's a really special moment for me. I have been brought up a certain way, to behave and think a certain way, and for me to step out of that familiar zone is quite an experience. For my parents to consent to them!!! That's even more amazing!

Well.. It was a good break from all the worries, a good heart to heart talk and just going crazy and cranky with the girls. I haven't had so much fun in ages. All I can say is that I really love my girlfriends and the part they play in my life, making me.. me. Thank you girls!

It felt really nice getting things off my chest and baring my soul to people whom I so dearly trust. Somehow, I feel like it is a form of letting go, a form of moving on, that I am no longer haunted or bound by a sad memory. It's over, it is all over.. after all the love, hurt and tears.. I'm going to say goodbye to a bittersweet period of my life.

I cannot guarantee that I will completely forget, cause I somehow have an insanely good memory.. But I think I won't remember, neither reminisce. I don't know what took me so long to realise that it was so silly to lose self esteem over someone who was so unworthy. Well.. even though this came a tad too late, but it is better late than never! To Hell with him!