I would like to clarify that I never told you to your face that your relationship with your kids, especially Jaja, is dysfunctional. Do I think it? Yes. Would I tell Jaja? Probably. Would I ever say it to your face? Very likely not. I am non-confrontational. I prefer not ever telling you these things. I don’t ever tell you these things because it will never ever change anything for the better and will likely produce this obvious anger and resentment on your side. Be resentful all your want. It is your prerogative to do so. It’s my own prerogative to ignore you. In the end, I’m better off just ignoring you.
Whenever I listen to you, it seems that even paper flowers have a fragrance. I remember the night we met. It almost seems so long ago with so many things happening between us and yet it was only a year and a half. June 5, 2011. It was close to midnight, I guess. You changed my life then. I was so low and so broken. I wanted to feel something from the emptiness inside me and you came along, with that big smile, that twinkle in your eyes, that confidence daring the world to take you apart. I was not impressed but I was broken enough not to care because simply, I wanted someone to touch me and keep me warm. You took the chance and told me you loved me then and there. I thought you were full of yourself but I let you be you and let you touch me. We spent the day after together. I still remember Chowking and what I ordered. And when you left me in the morning after, I felt just a little less broken. Little by little, I was mended and was stronger and one day, a month after, I ...
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