The One About Impropriety and Almost Maturity

People close to me know that I've never been able to deal with issues properly. There's always a sense of unfinished business with how I handle difficult situations; holding on to feelings, thoughts, beliefs for way longer than a healthy amount of time.

It comes as a bit of a surprise to myself, then, that I seem to be on the verge of figuring out the mature way to deal with things. Faced with the prospect of being estranged from someone I've grown more attached to in recent weeks, I haven't exactly been jubilant lately. But, I now realise that moping or not, I no longer have a say in this. Life moves on no matter what; it's up to me whether I choose to move along with it, or stay behind and wallow in self-pity. The latter's healthy for a while, but it's only a matter of time before it wears you down and rots you inside out.

As such, it's go time. Off the floor, back in the saddle. Before you know it, it's back to all guns blazing.

She's moved on. I'm not gonna sit here and pretend that I'm perfectly cool with everything, that I don't think about it or that it doesn't affect me. Nevertheless, I think it's high time I come to the conclusion that I can't do anything about it anymore, and that I just have to accept it as what it is. Just gotta take this one on the chin, and roll with the punches.

Peace and much love, but it's con te partiro a la Andrea Bocelli up in this. Over and out.

- marty..
I miss you. But hell, I'll never tell you that. It'll just make me look weak.
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