— the journal entry | December 6 — “…we didn't speak for year | — The Curious Eye —

— the journal entry | December 6 —

“…we didn't speak for years, besides the occasional holiday texts we sent each other. Holidays and dates of birth faded in the memory throughout the years. And after the text, I decided to call. For the first time in a couple of years, we weren't arguing. Even though I disagreed with the life that she chose to live. But who the fuck am I to judge?

Years go on, we deal with trauma, burn bridges between us, get used to the new normal and then call it acceptance. Acceptance of everyone and everything we surround ourselves with along the way in the life we choose to live by denying what's left behind. But the question remains: does leaving every broken piece of what we couldn't fix mean we should keep breaking everything that remains unbroken? Or did the total acceptance of others in the present mean an undercovered denial of the past we couldn't fully accept?”