So I'm having some trouble wrapping my head around this weekend's happenings. Has karma finally come around to deliver me a much-anticipated ass-whooping? Perhaps. What ever the deal, I've redeemed myself...not for your sake, but for my own. I lost love and then fell back into it...twice as hard. Funny...to me, things were better than ever...I felt on top of the world. But I knew something was wrong. Fine by me. Time heals all wounds. But time also transforms us...and perhaps it has transformed us both into two separate puzzle pieces that no longer promise a beautiful picture upon life's puzzled completion. I'll be fine. I know you'll be fine. Perhaps that two month taste of "freedom" just wasn't enough for you. I know I've messed up. And if I could, I'd do anything to have those days back to undo each and every one of those mistakes. But now, of all times, you've come to the conclusion that you can't seem to forgive the imperfect soul of the one who loves you endlessly and whole-heartedly. That's fine. You take your time. But don't you ever, ever expect to hop back into my life and play yet another game of ups-and-downs. You can't expect to lock me up in a golden fence and then release me upon your "honest and genuine" enlightenment ever again. I'm going to live, thank you very much. And for the first time in my life I'm going to live for myself. Grow up. Its going to eat you alive.