My Journey - Amelia's tale

Today marks the 2999th day, the day still fresh in my mind as though it happened just yesterday. It is also the eve of my pledge, if I may say so. I still count each day as it moves further and further from our final encounter. I grasp the memory tighter as it advances. I refuse to put it in writing for fear of being known to others. I do not remember what I ate three days ago, but I make sure that I do not let the only souvenir of you slip from me. My journey, though arduous, seemed minute compare to our goodbye. I sometimes wished that you would have understood and stayed, but reality forced me to accept otherwise. It was unfair to anyone, especially to the one you gave your all. The uncertainties were overbearing, the future was bleak, I may not even made it considering the situation at that time. Miraculously, we won ... and everything were put in order, and I was free to go. I went back to our city, found a job, work hard, but always have time for you before I close my eyes, no matter how weary it gets. Once in blue moon, I thought I saw a glimpse of you, but it was the ray or the flare playing tricks on me. I told myself I would let you go, uncage the memory; you may have found another and be a father to little version of you and her. And so I have decided, on the 3000th day, I would say my final farewell.

What language are you speaking/writing?

The English language is being abused more than ever before. I can read a blog and have no idea what the person is trying to convey. Do they ever proof read his/her blog? Sometimes you can tell that a sentence was translated directly from another language, other time it is just plain bad. For those who has been speaking the language since they are young, for the love of God, do not torture it. I am pretty sure you do not wish anyone to abuse your native language either, given that English is not your native language.
Be sophisticated, but be realistic.

What will the future hold?

Last week was an aberrant week, mentally. I commenced in my permanent lab, with a august determination. Then on second day came the news. It gave me mixed feeling about going home or staying here. I wanted to go home but I will have problem with paperworks. Staying here meant I missed paying my last respect. Mum said it was no point since it'd take about 2 days plus more with the seat availability. So I can only ask the wind the deliver the message. It will be strange to go home to an empty house. I know a lot of people will feel different too.
I hope I will be able to go home come summer. It will be a busy and crazy trip, but a good one. I'm still in the nonchalant mood, but it will be different once I got the ticket. Then come the paperwork.
The weather had been queer too. One day it was spring like, next it was freezing, then it warmed up. I hope it stays warm from now on. It tends to make everyone happy. That's what one needs over here among the darkness. The daffodils are almost blooming, the buds are getting bigger. I can't wait to start my new flower garden, just hope the squirrels do not get to them first.
Finally, time to let go. Birds of a feather flock together. What more can be said about that?