Realization

I've been rereading some of earlier posts and I can't help but feel that I was such an ass. I mean really. I was an ASS! Grabe. I don't know if I was being naive or just plain stupid. haha Yet, somehow little by little I saw myself grow. I saw how my love grew and became powerful. I saw a lot of my good side and bad side. My ex really did have a hard time loving me, a spoiled indecisive little brat. But he loved me before. And I loved him more because he did. But I guess what I did early in our relationship had its toll. Nevertheless, I refuse to take all the blame. I saw my self mature. To be put in so much anguish and hold on. It was a beautiful sad story. The end was put off more than a few times but we got there just the same.