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Nothing Time Can't Heal

I have proven that there is nothing time can't heal -- and nothing that time can't weather away. Emo mode and all, I can say validation doesn't come from input -- it's in the processing.

When I got into "emo" mode last week I was forgetting something fundamental: it takes two to tango. When you feel this heavy feeling in your heart because of someone or how the things between you and that someone is making you feel, you better go and see that person. You don't need to talk about it: rather just *be* with that person. If the feeling is replaced by a feeling of calm, peace, and joy then you know that "emo mode" will be temporary.

Some people call it missing someone. I forgot how that feels because I've been used to having people I love be far from me and staying in touch with them. Mom and dad (happy father's day!) are in the US and because of the Internet, I'm not missing them too much. My sister's a couple hours drive away from where I'm at but I chat her up online frequently. My best lady friend is almost always online so I can chat her up whenever (or most of the time, when something interesting is happening). But for some reason, even through the SMS messages and phone calls, I missed being *near* and *with* this lady I love. I guess there's really nothing like being with the one you love.

I recommend this exercise of being with the person you love: it makes a world of difference. Definitely will recommend it to everyone I know.

CHill!

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  1. ei you got an interesting blog here. good luck to that lady love. nice posts.

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