I really need to start taking my blogging more seriously. It is so easy to just let it slide sometimes when you have a lot of work to do.

New projects, new teams.

I live a really boring life sometimes.

Work, work, work work, work. And eat. Sometime in there is sleep…. I’m guessing.

Maybe I am trying to not think about something… or someone. Someone from my past that was a profound influence in my life. A young woman with a cute button nose and exotic oriental eyes whose laughter was sparkling and fresh like a cool spring. My first real love, not one of the passing infatuations that I had earlier. The one that swept me off my feet, the one that I spent hours just looking into her eyes, the first one to say to me “I love you”.

The only one to break my heart when she went away.

I still think about her, more than I would like to admit.

But I made my peace with her memory and I can move on without it ripping my soul to pieces. I learned to live with the pain and it gets a little easier to bear every time she makes an appearance in my mind. I can tell you now, the pain never fully goes away but it becomes tolerable. But then you never really want the pain to go away entirely, for then so would the pleasure you had in knowing that person.

We continue, we build a new room for a new person, a new relationship and keep the old room with the memories of the previous love tidy, clean as they left it so that we can visit it from time to time… visits that becomes less painful as we age and grow.

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