Something's wrong.
My role model's turning weak. She's letting the word love seep into her carefree life.
Sash, dear Sash, please don't be like me.
"They are the questions I don't ask because I know the answers would not satisfy either of us. They are the things I don't say because it would prematurely lead us down the path to destruction. They are the calls I don't make because I know it would be difficult for him to talk. They are the tears I don't shed because I choose to be the problem-free, skippy-la-la girl he prefers, the one who sticks with him and tries to cheer him up at a moment's notice even though she is crying inside.
These unsung, uncelebrated victories provide the invisible glue that hold our fragile union together.
And the spoils of each internal battle, I let him plunder. I entrust him the secret treasures of my heart and let him into my life, little by little. With each intimate confidence I share and each story I tell, I give him parts of myself that cannot be taken back.
I let my lotus heart unfurl for him, even as he runs his knife through it. His presence is a natural anaesthetic. I bleed, but I laugh. Because for those glorious moments, I feel so intensely alive. It is only when I am alone, sobering up to grim unforgiving reality, that I realize how deep the wounds go and how much it will take to heal."
Please..
"The higher I reach, the lower I fall - that is the contract I have signed with the devil months ago."
... don't...
"Whatever it is, we all pick our battles, and I have picked this one. It is a living-will choice to reject the lithium of common sense and pragmatism for now. And though the black madness rages about me, I will stand by that decision."
... be...
"Make no mistake, I am no deserter. But I would rather quit whilst I'm ahead, than pass the point of no return and have total destruction all around me. That is still a fair distance away. So until then, I soldier on and hope for the best."
... like me.
Please, Sash, don't let me lose faith. Please don't resign to a fate I've resigned myself to. Don't let them step all over you. You're so much better than that.
6 comments:
what happen to you?? the way u type your blog sound sad... anyway tat day i saw kenny at yishun with another gal.. is tat u ???? when u cut short hair ???
I don't have short hair.. maybe you saw the wrong person.
Maybe kenny found a new girl.
Maybe you saw the wrong guy.
hey jazzy, dun mistake this anonymous is not me.. anyway cannot be i saw wrong guy, kenny look i can recognise.. but i can confirm e gal is not you..
ha.... crap....
I don't know anyone with shorthair.
Plus I'm not attacted to girls with short hair. Try harder next time dude.
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