Broken Hearts and Torn Up Letters, Girl You Can't Just Dance Forever

This year seems to be the year of reconciliation and closure. I felt as if it would never come, I hate being on bad terms with people I would otherwise be very fond of.

In December, I managed to make things right with someone who used to be one of my best friends three years ago, and after some issues ceased talking to in an attempt to not make things worse. I saw him for the first time since, and it was so surreal to be sitting and having the much needed conversation with him, that it left me out of sorts for a quite a few days.
The feeling of things being okay with him was quite overwhelming.

Last week, I had lunch with someone who is also very dear to me, but who found it hard to pick up our friendship again after crossing relationship territory. We finally had a conversation that was absent of awkwardness after two years. Two years. The relief of that defining moment - I can't even explain. He may not have known it, but I worried about him alot. I always wanted to know how he was doing. To finally know that he was okay...the fact that he could even laugh about it, heh, I almost couldn't believe it.

I often wonder what kind of person I come across as. I know that I'm a bit bipolar sometimes: either marshmallows and sprinkles or a bitter lemon. Under whatever facade I choose to project, underneath I care about people a lot. Anyone who has ever meant anything to me means something to me always. People rarely get forgotten.

[edit]I know not everyone's up to date on my soap opera, but I would just like to add that I'm not talking about the Irish one. I'm not talking to him still. [/edit]