The journey
It felt like a part ripped off me. All my trust in him. I trusted him enough to leave my money around. He stole it all.
So wanted to tell somebody this. To comfort and to remind him that he’s not alone.
It probably never occurred to you that I felt something. But it’s really ok because I realized I am not certain about this decision either.
Strangely, I am both excited and emotional about today. Saying goodbye seems to be a heavy word that got stuck.
Goodbye is a painful word. The laughter, the friendship and path we walked through. Today is only the part 1 of the parting.
The cute looking bubble on the leg.
For so many years I didn’t know what is a blister because I had never had one until yesterday.
I kept thinking it was the abrasion with that pair of pretty wedges. Until I finally take a good look at my feet. “What a cute bubble!”
But ouch… This hurts big time this time.
I couldn’t bend my toes. My beautiful pair of heels becomes a dread. Every step seems like balancing myself on a bed of needles. Now I know what they call the infamous blister.
It feels hot and swollen. And I just want to lie on my bed and not move.
I have to shelf my running intents. I will have to stay away from beautiful heels that admits to provide a lengthily illusions to my not-so-slim legs.
I wonder how long will this ugliness last. How long more would it take before I slipped into those heels again.
The little bubble is certainly not do cute and adorable at all. :(
I really dread looking into my mailbox. In fact, I am secretly thinking if I should just delete the accounts on my mobile so I don’t get to see the increasing emails which is nothing of good news.
Trust me, the only time I keep checking my mails are times I am desperate for career move. Other times, I am pretty happy the number stays stagnant.
This is a period of recovery of me. And each time I open up my mailbox, I wanted nothing better than to cry.
It’s work, it’s personal life. It’s a whole load of rubbish that I wanted to throw them out of the window.
I used to envy some people for having emails to check when they are bored. Coming to my turn, I realized I rather be watching dramas at the risk of crossed eye than to be dealing with unhappy emails.
I pray, one day. My emails are nothing but good news, money flowing in, and expected happy surprises. OMG, when is this coming to past???
No expectations. Simple wishes. Birthdays should just be happy.