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.
The NTUC chalet at downtown is fully booked on my desired dates. Yeah, I knew it. What now!? FML.
Sometimes when things got hard and got my way, selfishness took over and overwhelm me, I really hate you for this incomplete family, for not being a good father to Chloe. I mean, put the marriage between us aside, put you being my husband aside, you don't give a total damn to her. Do you even miss her? She's your bloody own daughter, David. And this is what. Don't blame me when I remove the 'Tan' from her name as I don't find you up to being her father - I don't feel you being one.
I'm starting to wonder if I did the right thing by giving you up. FML, twice.