It has been almost three years since that day and I am glad to say that I can talk about the past without bitterness. The hurt is still there but it's not a sharp as it used to be. My foray in the arts, travel and school has filled in the places where my ex used to occupy. I am okay.
And thus I feel my writer self finding its way back into the world. Little by little, I have started to pick up my pen and write down stories. I wrote down shorts, since I still don't think I can do a full story or novel. Such endeavor requires careful planning, a detailed outline and emotional and mental preparation. However, I am challenging myself by being a planner instead of a panster this time for Nanowrimo.
Here's to going back into the warm and familiar arms of my first love. Time to write with inky fingers and a solid heart.