Smiling to herself as she sat at the table waiting for him to bring back the drinks. She relaxed back in her chair and gazed out of the window to the cold June day that caused the trees to dance wildy in the wind. She thought about what she had learned, who she once was and who she had now become. She now had a job that she loved, wonderful people whom she knew so true and felt confident within herself to reach for what she wanted.
She was a woman who made mistakes, who sometimes cried on a Monday morning or at night alone in bed. She was a woman who often became bored with her life and found it hard to get up for work. She was a woman who more often than not had a bad hair day, who looked in the mirror and wondered why she couldn't just drag herself to the gym; she was a woman who sometimes questioned what reason had she to live on this planet. She was a woman who sometimes just got things wrong.
On the other hand, she was a woman with a million happy memories, who knew what it was like to experience true love and who was ready to experience more life, more love and make new memories. Whether it happened in ten months or ten years, she would just obey the final message. Whatever lay ahead, she knew she would open her heart and follow where it led her.
Today, you asked me to pack your stuffs and you will come over and collect when you're free. I replied the same and that your father could bring it to me on days when he comes over and pick Chloe.
Pauline said it's :( + :) I don't know. Don't know how I felt or should be feeling. I no longer know anything.
I remember how I used to sometimes go to my house downstairs with nothing, but my cellphone, and wait for your return. I would stare at the roads, awaiting for your black 821 mazda3 to come back home... on one of your gone-missing days. I didn't know how long I had to wait or would you even come back home, but I just didn't want to wait alone at home.
Now, I will still sit at the same spot, tuning into the same tracks. The difference there is only that, I'm no longer waiting for you to come home.
I'm not forcing myself not to think or forgetting everything between us. I laugh when I want to. I smile when I want to. I listen to songs that reminds me of you when I want to. I let the misses fill when they want to. I mourn and let emotions crawl over when they want to, as well.
我不想刻意不去想;我不想刻意忘记你。 I will just let time slowly bland the hurt, the love, the misses, the memories... and everything we shared.
One sweet day when we meet, we will just smile, and remember.