Monday, 20 September 2010 2:55 pm
dead-ball expert
I don't wanna moon over the "dead-ball specialist" anymore but he's been ingrained in everything I've done, thought, seen, spoken and felt. I know it's time I moved on and take him off the pedestal I put him on. I can't keep giving out advice and not use some of the stuff I come up with for others, for myself. I believe that everything I've gone through is for me to help people out but I can't help people if I'm messed up myself. I've stopped talking about him so much these past days. I'm improving and I know I need to move on. I'm done hoping and praying for him to be mine, and have moved on to hoping and praying that he gets everything that he desires. Yes, he remains in my prayers like he's been for the past two years since I first laid eyes on him. I'll continue to support him with soccer cos I know what a joy he is to watch on the pitch. I positively burst with pride when he's mentioned in match reviews and other S League articles. Aide's put a lot of emphasis on his ability and when Aide drove past the other day after the match and nodded his appreciation, I felt a little more at peace knowing that he'll never run out of support. I'm learning to let go. It hurts, but I'm trying to get use to the happiness that might find it's way to my heart after all this. Fingers crossed.
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