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Absinthe Dreams,

Kimberly
Goth Librarian

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Happy birthday to Daphne du Maurier, author of the literary classic Rebecca!

Absinthe Dreams,

Kimberly

Goth Librarian

She walked through the streets carelessly because she had no fear and perhaps that was a good thing, for the world had enough cowardice to flood. I had asked her once if she ever taught herself to deny such a strong emotion and she said no, that she was simply born without it. Forgetting my manners, I told her that she was mad to be such an enigma but she did not take my words to heart - "We all must reveal our freakish side to others in order to truly live." I took her words as truth and decided to smile more until I died.

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Absinthe Dreams,


Kimberly
Goth Librarian

So.

I received an e-mail from someone in my past this morning. This person was someone close to me, someone that I fell in love with last year. However, things did not go according to plan and I ended up single while he moved away. Funny that.

When I received the e-mail this morning, I first read it as an attempt to reconnect with me, a chance to possibly become friends again. I almost wanted it.

However, when it read it a second time, I felt the old wounds wanting to open once more, so I deleted the e-mail and went about my day.

Was I a bitch? Perhaps, but then again, you were not there for the over three hour talk we had in which I poured my soul into his lap, wanting him to take it forever and instead it was handed back to me, still wrapped in its package.

I have a rule: let the past stay in the past. If we continue to go back to our past wounds, they will never have a chance to heal.

I wish we could have remained friends, but my feelings would have risen to the surface again and soon, my new self awareness would have been exposed to defeat.

I loved him. He loved me but in a different way and all I can do now is go forward with my life, filled to the brim with good friends, a loving family, a wonderful boyfriend, and my writing.

There is a reason why it is called THE PAST.

Thanks for listening.