A friend comes home unnoticed. Her teenage son is busy with his mobile legend while her daughter doesn’t even know she’s home. In jest, I told her “Get a puppy, or dogs. At least you’ll be comforted that there is someone who is always happy to see you.”
I don’t know why I said that. I’m too insensitive I guess. Truthfully, no matter what, there will always be someone who will need you, love you, or want you. It doesn’t matter in what order. And as time goes by, every passing year, the order changes, for humans I think.
I just can’t think of a right graphic for that quote, so I used my dogs. After all, there is no better way to express unconditional love than citing a dog’s love. Well, just next to my mom’s love of course. Hey, I’m not saying my dogs are at par with her. Neither am I implying that I give more time to my dogs than her. And I know I’m guilty because I always give my dogs a treat every time I arrived home. My mom seldom receive anything from me when I see her. Inspite of that, I know she will always be someone who is happy to see me (just like them too) 🙂
“Where do I begin,” (that famous line from a familiar song) to tell a story where I’ve been. Been somewhere, anywhere, nope, truthfully nowhere.
Now I don’t know how to start. They say time heals all wounds, and if missing something is a wound, and starting all over again is a form of healing then let me have a thousand scars for although I’m not a masochist, I welcome the pain of waiting. And if somehow one can’t understand what I’m conveying, it’s okay not to be understood once in a while. Why would I expect others to understand if I, myself don’t understand where I’ve been, eventhough I always claimed I know where I’m heading.
Subject verb agreement, punctuation errors and a lot of grammatical lapses. I am not an English writer and it does not pain me when I tender my resignation letter and realized that he’s not reading my letter. Yes, he is not hearing me, he is looking at my letter telling me how in the world can I write a resignation letter with misspelled words and grammatical lapses. That deceitful feeling of finally getting even by giving him a hard time deciphering what I meant when I said I’m leaving. Or is it just the real me when I blabber with incongruent statements because truthfully I am a weird eccentric person who is not good in saying goodbye.
So I closed the door and walked away…. But in no time I’m back in his arms, restartng what could have been, what might have been, what should have been and all those in betweens.
Been There. Done That. How I wish I could truthfully say that. 🙂