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Thursday, October 09, 2008

when a team breaks up involuntarily, each individual goes our separate ways, a part of us lingers. how we're now from all walks of life. we're so different now, our lives don't cross now, yet, there's something that brings us together today. when we've shouted at each other before, not because we don't care, but because we care too much. at the end of the day, we still cherish every single moment, even the nasty ones because they count towards our growth in our game and in our lives.

we came together and we supported a team that we hold close to our hearts. we're still a team.

it's amazing how there's no sense of insecurity. how we can talk and laugh as before. how even though we're not on home ground, we feel so at home.

that's what a real team is made up of.

when you don't feel as though you're too good to go back anymore. when you don't look down on the juniors but help them no matter how new they are or whether you know them or you don't. that's what a team should feel like.

maybe that's why my heart stays in a particular place but leaves another.
-cheryl
11:58 PM





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