OK I'm gonna talk about this once, and this time only. And it's gonna be a short one.
Despite my hoohaa demeanour, and despite the happy exterior I display to the whole world, I am nursing a broken heart.
You see, I'm just done with a long distance, long-term, really serious relationship. We've been together for about eight years, we've gone through everything that a couple go through, we've been through ups and downs of life, and I've been there for him just as he was there for me.
But it just didn't work out. There are so many things I keep from him in order to protect him, that now he may never find out, and I prefer it that way. Sure I miss him, and I know he misses me too. I don't know what's gonna happen next, but I'm taking one thing at a time.
But I'm doing OK, I keep myself busy, and I know I have solid support systems in the forms of really good friends and family, and passions and ambitions that keep me going. I have my faith to hold on to, and Insya-Allah, I face life with total optimism and endless exuberance.
I'm doing OK, I'm doing just fine:)