Dearest Blog, We Haven't Spoken for a While

Hey Blog, it's me. Aaron.

We haven't spoken in a while. It's nothing personal--really. It's just, well, I don't need to talk to you as much as I did in the past. I really needed you then. We had so much to say to each other. Some of it was nonsense. Some of it was blood drawn from our veins. Sometimes, I performed open heart self-surgery for the world. I don't regret a moment we've spent together, Blog. I know our time has helped others know me better. I can't hide the words we've shared and I'd never want to...

Please understand this isn't you, Blog. It's me. It's where I'm at in life. When I started you, I was coping with some pretty heavy stuff. We've traveled miles together. We cried together. We shouted at the big, dark night together. We held each other when things were really, really bad.

But, dear Blog, I've grown. I'm not the same man who posted for the first time on December 9, 2007, almost five years ago. I've grown, but you're still here. You'll always be here. You'll be here when I need you again--should I need you again. I hope I won't. I don't want to need you in the same way I had before.

Is this goodbye?

No. Not really.

It's just... time for me to acknowledge my heart is somewhere else. My words are somewhere else. And it's good, Blog. It's so very good. When my words were with you, they had no where else to go. They were homeless and cold and frightened--and that, dearest Blog, is no way for words to live. Now, they have a home. A good, warm home where they can grow and play without fear, without loneliness, without terrible thoughts driving them into dark corners.

So long, Blog, for now. You'll always be right *here*.