A Perfect Fit.
As I lay on my side of the bed and waited for you to come home from the game, I thought. About you. And us.
How we're as different as night and day. As opposite as north and south. From food to habits to friends to humour. But still as close as a heart and a heartbeat. As understanding and understood as my eyes and your thoughts. As together as a wink and a smile.
Never change, my love.
Because we're perfect.
Just the way we are.
Hung up on my sister today.
There's a first for evrything, they say.
"Its not personal...", he said.
"Meaning it wasn't personal to you. It was personal to me. And whats wrong with being personal anyway?"
He lowered his eyes, said nothing, and left.
Mixed Emotions
Bittersweet - When someone other than your mother genuinely mothers you.
Happy - When you see that you've made someone you love happier than they ever thought you could.
Bittersweet - When you see that you've made someone you love happier than they ever thought you could, even though by doing so, you may not have made yourself as happy as you could.
Happy - Knowing your mother, seven seas away, after seven long years of separation, still loves you and worries about you like you were her little newborn.
Bittersweet - Knowing that no matter how many times you speak to your mother on the phone a day, you won't get to see her today.
Happy - The next phase in life.
Bittersweet - The next phase in life.
Good friends....
.... are hard to find, harder to to leave and impossible to forget.
Or so they say.
Is this is the beginning?
Or is this the beginning of the end?
