wasting time, chasing cars....

Yes wasting, my time. If you're reading this possibly wasting yours.

This weekend marks one year exactly (I'm pretty sure) from the last weekend I spent as the significant other of a very, very special person to me. Unbelievable. Its unbelievable on how my life was then and how it is now. Boston, bean-town... What a city. My favorite East Coast city. Damn, I wish I could say I was there right now feeling the cold crisp air in my lungs and being overwhelmed visually by the colors and life of the such a historic city that feels more like a town. A commercial hub and in my business, a consulting a hub.

So this weekend is important to me. I'll explain why.

The memories are flowing hard, those perfect moments, those bursts of pure happiness. I have to state for the record, these are my thoughts and my feelings and my interpretation. No one can take it away from me.

Let explain why a 1 year later how I could possibly still have so much feeling for someone who broke my heart. In a psychoanalysis, someone would say that my pride of failing is holding me back. Maybe another view would say that I'm holding on to the best thing that happened to me because I can't see anything else better coming along. A Ph.D would say that I have some serious issues with relationships and I am not moved on because I can not deal with change.

I have my reasons. I know what my heart told me then and I know what I know now...

Those memories are so clear to me. But that is for another post.