It happened five years ago today, when I was robbed of a most fundamental right.
I paid my dues. I remember breaking down and letting everyone into my secret. I remember meeting with Anne every week and struggling to let a sense of hope exist again. I remember the long hours in every long day for the many months I stayed indoors, away from work, school and friends.
I stand solid and stoic most days. After all, it was five long years ago.
But I surprised myself this morning. I arrived at the office, and I realized what day it was, and how long ago, and I cried.
And I cry.
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je t'aime beaucoup beaucoup cammers. you know, this day, like all the others, will pass. but it's okay to cry.
in a movie i like there's a line that says something about how 'tears are for the memory...how else would we remember?'
i'm so proud of you for having moved on and for being strong and full of hope.
ta manon xo
ton sonny xo
Merci Manon, tes mots me soulagent et m'imbibent d'amour...
xoxo
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