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Wednesday, February 21, 2007, 11:31 PM


Many days have passed. The golden rays of the sun cut through the thick grey clouds like razors, as a new chapter of life unfolds. The terror I've been surviving, has, hopefully ended. I have left the past behind me, brushing away the footsteps I have made and making new ones since Friday. I feel renewed.

I've finally realised life's harsh realities, life's unfair game. The days that have passed seemed like something new. She treated me more and more like a best friend, and I knew things have been patched up, now all i need is time to rebuild the close friendship we used to have.

I told her last night that I would meet her after her shift ends at the airport. But due to unforseen consequences(oversleeping), I ended up going late. However, what happened today proved to me what a good friend she is, and has always been ever since I got to know her.

Moving along the sidewalks of time, I recalled the times, the times we used to share, the times we used to enjoy laughing at each other, making jokes. I missed those times. When I looked back at what happened today, it seems that all this is starting to re-surface. I looked at her. She had a big smile on her face. I smiled back, showing my consent that I'm back to my normal self. Alas, the terror has ended, hopefully.

This is as much as I can put for this post. For the other things that happened, a simple phrase describes it; actions speak louder than words.

The individual who knows the score about life sees difficulties as opportunities. -Norman Vincent Peale