The beauty of youth, the pleasure of confidence, the passage of time. O, how unfair!!!
Damsels become Naggers, how time has left its scars on the sweet heart of mine. Awake in the wee hours of the morning, reading the sweet mails of good old times. I wonder what happened, what has changed. Deep down in my heart, i know the only person or thing that has changed is me.
Although I wondered if I could ever bring sexy back, but I realised the damsel in me still lives on. Fargone are the days when 'Damsel in distress' was the theme of the day. The days of 'women liberation' has come and gone. I remember vividly the sudden realization of the fact that
'it's a man's world' and how sober I felt. It was a long lost battle.
About seven months after hitting the big 3 0, I finally made peace with growing up. Although I can never be 25 again; I can be sweet, I can be nice, I can be friendly, I can be fun, I can be forgiving, I can be beautiful; and far above all I can be carefree.
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1 comment:
LMAO - really, you thot you would be 25again...hmmm. I'd say nothing to that.
However, I wondered what would have happened if you had not come to peace with getting old.
you are just too funny.
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