My Turf

**From PostSecret

For years, I thought I couldn’t do without you. You brought inspiration, relaxation, needed boost, great company…but even then, I was already guiltily aware that you’re bad for me.

You were a constant in my life for almost a decade (that was a nine-year love affair, to be exact), but you were causing more trouble than I was willing to deal with. So in 2005, I finally mustered enough will power to let you go.

When this new year comes in, the official count would be 730 days since I bid you goodbye. And I am, much to my own surprise, not only getting by, but even doing pretty well at staying away from you.

Not to say that I was never remiss in the entire two-year period. There are just moments that are best shared or celebrated only with you and nothing else (ooh, i hate how you can be so irresistible sometimes). A nine-year habit is no joke to kick off.

However, each time such yearning threatens to intensify, I reluctantly look for other distractions to push all thoughts of you away.

It is all for the best.