Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Of life ironies and new found peace... at 4:17 PM
Never imagine this day would come.
We live in a world full of cruel ironies.
Once upon a time, sweet memories.
Once upon a time, a beautiful dream.
Goodbye lover, hello stranger.
I admit, it hurts to feel like a stranger.
I admit, for a moment I was shaken, I was confused, I was weak.
And the very next second, I see a face, I hear a voice. I felt calm. I felt strong. I'm not afraid anymore. He said to walk away. I didn't. I didn't want to take the easy way out. I didn't want to run away anymore. The only place I want to run to is right into his arms and hear him whisper everything is fine. I couldn't think of anything else but him...
That's when I'm certain it's over. Nobody else matters anymore =)
E was sweet. He didn't question me at all... I knew he was curious but he waited till we're on our way home. Till I was feeling so much better about the encounter. That night, he held both my hands as he fall asleep. Maybe he didn't realise. Maybe it's because he's leaving the next day. For whatever reason, it was sweet, so sweet that I carelessly dropped a tear, looking at him sleep. I was missing him already.
The next morning we had macs for breakfast and then we took a walk in the park. We sat on a bench, watching people exercise, watching kids play, watching the black swans gracefully glide in the lake. We talked about everything under the sun, we laughed, we joked, we talked about his kids and mine... how I want a girl first but he wants the eldest to be a boy... how I'll put my son in a gym when he's 5 and how he violently objected cos it'll impede his growth... how our son will not be short because we're both tall and how he insisted that he's only average and I'm short... how I want my son to be a swimmer and play rugby and how he wants him to play golf...
I smiled and I watched him smile... Deep inside, I wish we would be sitting on the same bench, in the same park when we turn a head full of grey, watching our grandchildren play with the same black swans in the same lake.
I'm missing you bad, E. Come home soon...