Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Dated: 22112006Time : 0848pm
Today:
Yellow came and passed her a card while she was doing revision.
She cried while reading through the contents..
I felt helpless.
Wish i could do something so she won't felt so bad and upset.
Wish there wasn't such a problem at all.
Someone close to yellow had said their relationship was like a :
"Distaughted mother guiding a rebellious child tat has changed."
I couldn't understand why tat particular person said tat becos the jo i have known was instead "a patient young child with a big-heart all the times from my memories."
Something must have triggered jo to end this long chapter.
I didn't wanna comment or be to unfair towards both of them so i've always kept quiet.
There's always a reason for something to happen.
Yet, there's also a valid reason for each happening, ain't it?
It's how pple around view and justify.
There are traces of Yellow's calls and sms's and tears in between.
Call me nuts but i sympathy her totally.
YES, I felt her emptiness, pain and regrets.
BUT,
Who would have sympathy jo?
Who would have felt her struggles through the past and the present relationship?
Who would hold a big heart like her when the another line's yelling and demanding a reason for everything?
We hold a well-coloured picture with another torn picture lying on top.
I saw and felt jo's suffocating images and efforts of brightening our pictures.
All she said is to wait.
Wait until for the past to fade..
I had to trust her.
Trust her to bring herself up and face me one fine day.
Now with her maturity, i believe tat we could create a new start.
My sundays are never boring and wasteless because i always have new, fresh views.
Everything seems different, like a new approach, a brand new start.
My work.
My political family line.
My friends.
My health.
My love.
Take my hands and walk with me.
Stay with me and breath the air i breath.
I will be your strength if you ever fall.
I will keep you warm if you ever felt cold.
Together we can fill up the empty 05 yrs gap step by step.
May life be only tat simple.
chr|s on 8:47 PM
