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.
It started off with me and G in a wulu shopping mall. We were on the run and my family (shockingly) gave us a watch to pawn for some living expenses. We went to a shop and apparently, the watch was offered for $9.99 (SMLJ!?). We took $10 and G sneakily took the watch as well. Went back to level 1 to look for a second shop to pawn. While we were inside, we suspected there were people following us. I walked out to the shop's entrance to take a look and before we could realize, many police were already here. They dashed in and ambushed him and he arrogantly faced them.
My heart sank when I saw his arrogant face - he accepted the fate of getting caught. I screamed and cried for them to stop, on the verge of breaking down when many of them beat him up with him trying to fight back. I couldn't remember what exactly happened but he managed to escape.
Then it abruptly got to the part where some people I know saw DT. You were apparently still alive. We met and you apologized and hoped we could get back together like the past. I was having those mixed emotions; more to elated. Gave up G and went back to you.
You had a shop. I was tugging our daughter (lil' CT looked like she was already about the age of 6-8), about to go to you. Out of nowhere, explosions were coming out of the street where your shop was. It was like WWIII was about to start or something. I tugged onto CT tightly and was about to make our escape. Halfway, I stopped and turned back. Where were you?
"DEAR, DEAR, DEAR." I screamed, looking for you. I didn't know where you were. All I know was I didn't want to lose you for a second time.
Your face surfaced out of the smoke and haze.
We hugged tightly; so tight I almost felt it literally.