Tuesday, March 2, 2010

did anyone know?

supposedly - she should be laughing out loud. her son is learning to read, and he is only four and half.
supposedly - she should be excited. her hubby said it's ok for him to wake up in the morning to send the family off for school, sitter and work. very unlikely of him,but it was great.
supposedly - she should cherished all the time spent together.
supposedly - relationship matures with times. the getting-to-know phase turn to i-expect-you-would-do-that-and-i-accept-that phase.

fact: she is sad. so sad. so very sad that she cried. (and there's nothing wrong with crying)
fact: once the birdie decided to get into the cage, being lured and pampered until it decided not to leave the cage even if the door is wide open, the owner wins all.
fact: in times, the courting stops, the caring so-so, the sharing means what-he-gives-you take-what-he-did-not-give-you-asked-for-it
fact: after a while, the sweet become tasteless and should we forgot, the tastelss could become sour
fact: people need enough sleeps

once a while, we stumbled. its God's agenda. once a while, we knew she would say what she said and she said within nanoseconds, without thinking and we knew she answered the fact. once a while, because she thought after all these years we understand her better, she forgot that we knew her so well that we don't want her to stay the same. but then, most of the time, we forgot on things she have done (when nobody was around except her and her kids), we get mad for things she did not do, we were furious on things she could have done but she did not.

once a while, she miss the "i'm sorry" occasions.

she just wish she didn't say what she said, so that she could give the answer to the ear. she just wish that we knew that one half hour to get ready for the day (and that is excluding good full complete make-up and ironing) and make-up for the kids is not enough, she would love the spare ten minutes on the couch when there's enough time, just to make up for the early morn rise. but she could only wish.

once a while, she miss the "i'm sorry" occasions.

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