Best wishes!

Hey everybody! I used to think nobody read this blog, but I've found out that there are some readers.
This post is jus to thank you for your comments, your interest and your support.
May 2007 be a better year for all of us. May God bless your family and friends and fill you with blessings.
Best wishes, from the bottom of my heart.

PS: I changed the profile so now you can write your comments on this blog, also.

Lizz

Burning the past

Pain is sometimes so strong that it still burns my heart. Each day, like it has been for more than two years, there's something that makes me think of him. But now I don't allow myself to hold the thoughts. Now I go back to those days in Colombia, I force myself to remember his attitudes, his words, his distance.
Never before we had been so close, physically, but so emotionally distant. I remember the times when distance meant nothing 'cause we were so close, in our feelings. But those days are gone. I guess they ended before I went to Bogota. And with that in my head, I throw away any thought of him and try to move on.
Day by day, there will come the time he won't be nothing more than a ghost from my past...

Hope floats

Just like that Sandra Bullock movie, I finally begin to breath some fresh air. I'm getting over it, my will is coming back, and so is my mood.
Maybe it is also because of the holidays and the days off I'll take with my kid at the beach, but I am begginning to feel better. I am leaving the wish to hear his voice and read his mails. I am finally thinking of him as some guy from my past, something that could have been but it wasn't.
Pain is going away, and also is sadness. My only sorrow is that, whenever it comes the time for me to get over someone, it usually means that there won't be another chance. Once I get over him, this story will come to its end. No going back.
Sorry J, you had me. All you had to do was keep me, and it didn't require a lot of you: you already had me. But you did nothing, and you let me go. Maybe you don't care, but if you do, I hope there won't be a day when you regret it, 'cause I won't be there anymore, for sure.

I will make it

Days go by and each day it is easier to get along with my life. Still, I keep on hoping to find that e-mail on my inbox, or your nick connected on the messenger.
But no message from you. The silence is growing higher and, at the end, I get to win over my sadness, day by day.
I'm gonna make it. I will be able to let you go, in the end. But not yet... not yet...