Dear blog,
Four years and I am still keeping you. You are like an ex-lover that I can never let go. Even though this post is a week too late, I didn’t forget to greet you. I can’t pass my own birthday without remembering you. Four birthdays ago, you were there to listen to the child who struggled to find her place in the world. The following year, you endured the sharp rants and all the profanity that came with it. On the third year, you traveled far with a young lady who was looking for a fresh start. And this time, even though you were ignored for a long time; I still find you with your little blinking cursor, waiting for me to confide in you again.
I have lost a lot recently, but you’d be glad to know that I am discovering new things. I am learning that less is more. I am appreciating spontaneity in life. I still panic, but I am less freaked out. Indeed, you are my ex-lover for a reason. I have found a new one. Someone who will listen the same way you do, but will speak gently to comfort me. And unlike you, he would not let me scream and punch the walls. The new one isn’t a lot better, he is just more like me. I am sure you understand. If this new one doesn’t work out, I know you will still be here to listen. That’s why I can’t let you go.
Until next time, blog. I’ll visit you from time to time and maybe share a fun story or two. Happy birthday to both of us.