Alexa’s Take

Saying my goodbyes

I knew it would be the very last day I would spend with you. I still chose my clothes carefully, put on make up, did my hair, then went out to meet you. We held hands and we went to all our favorite places. I remembered them all. The good, the bad, the unusual that happened in each. I took a moment to relive them briefly. Then I remembered those before you. After a while, longer for some, shorter for others, the memories had become distant, the good shining brighter, the pain and hurt a silly joke by now. It will be the same for you..

I had such high hopes for you. I embraced you when you arrived, as I had so been longing for you! I was sure when you came, we’d make it all right! We’d give each other what we needed and witness each other’s happiness. I was so wrong about that! You came storming into my life, took it and made a huge mess out of it. You turned everything upside down and then did nothing to fix it.

Towards the end, you tried to give me what you thought I wanted, but failed to understand what I really needed. It’s ok, I understand you had greater concerns than little old me…

In the end, I now look upon you and see how insignificant your fabric of fading moments is. Whatever your plan was, you failed…

If you wanted to challenge my dreams, my balance, and my beliefs… maybe you did. But it changed nothing. I am not really smarter, nor stronger, but I am not weaker either. I don’t trust less and I don’t lie more. I don’t hope less and I don’t have more fears than when I began.

While with you, you tested all of my limits. You probably meant to break me, but failed. I now know what I am capable of. And it was more and better than what I imagined. I found out there’s nothing wrong with loving someone truly, unconditionally, with giving away every piece of your soul. You did teach me though that it can result in massive amounts of pain that crack the very foundation of who you are. But even those wounds heal! So if your plan was to make me stop believing in love, you again failed.

I was betrayed by friends during our time together and even lost a few of them along the way. I stopped believing in them, but not in friendship altogether.

And now we have reached the end. I smile and you no longer understand my smile. I know something you don’t know.

The secret, my secret, is that I have survived you. I am still standing here. There will be more for me to see, live, experience, while you are already on your way to becoming a distant memory.

Goodbye, 2011!

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Research Question 1

Do we love people for their good side or in spite of their bad side, all their flaws and mistakes?

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Missing…school

People Enjoy Colored Leaves Season In KyotoI haven’t really missed school. Not for a second, not even college. And especially not high-school or secondary… It was all a closed chapter in my life. But this year is all different. A couple of weeks ago I was with my mom, walking on the streets of Ploiesti early in the morning. “This feels exactly like the mornings when we left home together, you going to work, me going to school,” I said with a melancholic smile on my face. She was smiling too, remembering it all. Reliving it probably.

Then today, at about noon, while walking by a school, I heard kids laughing and running, I saw the autumn leaves fallng off the tree branches, I could smell the new books and notebooks. I could remember how I felt, challanged to do more. I wanted out, out of the teenage label people had put on me. I wanted to be a grown up, I wanted to start living, I wanted the worries and the adventures.

Now I miss high-school. I miss secondary school. I miss the times when life was a lot less complicated. And as I said, walking by that schoo, I miss the view on the world I had back then. Full of hope and full of dreams. It some how got less colorful as the years passed.

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With friends

My friend Oana showed me a note I had written to her over 4 years ago. It’s written on a page torn from my notebook. And here’s what it says:

“When the talk is good and the feeling is easy and the laughter is light and the memories are many but the time is short, then you know you’re with a friend.”

Still true!

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A Perfect Sunday

Lingering in bed, in the aftertaste of passion, warmth and good food. Making an effort to finally get up and have coffee on the terrace. Mine with a little milk, yours with a wee bit more sugar. We’d then shower and change and go out for a while. Walking, hand in hand, breathing in the Sunday air. Empty streets, laziness, quietness, sun rays and the heat.

We’d stop somewhere for a quick bite, watching a lake, any lake in this city. We’d talk about everything and anything, sometimes even noticing what music they’re playing. We’d then make our way home, dragging our feet and taking the afterglow of our lunch thoughts in. We’d stop and kiss, you’d tell me that you love me, I’d tell you the same.

At home, we’d each do our own thing for a little while. You’d be working on some project. I’d be finishing the fifth book in the Sookie Stackhouse series. We’d then drift off in each others arms and wake up later, when it’s cooler. Just in time to enjoy the evening. We’d go over to our friends’ house for dinner. We’d laugh a lot. And come home to make love. Our kind of love. All ready for a new week!

I really believe Sundays should be the best days. Fun, light, shared with the people you love. Not mushy, not sad. They should definitely not feel like the end of a week, but as the foreplay of a new one. Another week of good and bad thrills, of routine and of new tricks. So while I’m waiting for my perfect Sunday to happen, I thought I’d share it with you. Maybe it helps you make yours better :) . I am now chatting with a friend, doing a bit of work, and listening to some pretty awesome music. I’m still lingering in today’s morning. Which might not be just perfect, but it’s pretty damn good!

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