When I have loved, and am loved, I find it very difficult to bid goodbye and to let go. Or maybe it is my choice to say "see you soon" instead. And maybe I choose to hold on to the treasure of memories, not wanting to shelf them behind my mind, collecting dust.
Or for this case, maybe it was my first employment. Maybe it's just me, being me...
Since stepping out, I have been reminiscing the ups and downs we had weathered together, and I have been feeling the pinch for nasty remarks and cold shoulders from this family who strongly propagates love.
Many little memories are still boxed up when we moved, but the few managed to creep out of the box. These things remind me how much I have missed them. And honestly, work didn't seem like any labour at all although we toiled through the evening and sometimes into the wee hours.
|A birthday gift from my then division manager,|
who has also turned her back on me since my departure.
Some years ago, I have opened my heart to love this family, and I have not learnt nor mastered the skill to close my heart. That is why... three years after the separation, I still have not stop loving them.
I have been loving and hating this family with equal measure. But I am not willing to forget the great times we've shared. I'm not willing to let go, at least not yet for now.
Happy loving your neighbour as yourself!