Trying to piece it all out together to a decent entry but I can’t.
So I just cried.
because we need more time to grow, but I still want you. Maybe absence does make the heart grow fonder. Til then, i’ll be missing you.
I dabbled with my bag and stuff as I hailed a taxi and tried to get in. I looked at the Taxi driver — mid-40’s, scruffy hair, unironed shirt. A true-blue suburb stamp. The customer service skills, I must say, is very good considering the small talk starter —
“Who’s the lucky man?”, he asked, looking at the two large cups of coffee on my lap.
“The lucky man, well, he let me slipped through his hands, watched me run away without doing anything. He just stood there as I fled and that ended everything”
“Oh, it’s for my receptionist”, I sluggishly answered.
“I always get her coffee for all the hard work she does for me everyday —”
I tried to veer away from the topic —
there once was but now there’s no one.
A Letter (by ed-ingle)
Holy Cow.
The past few moments have been fleeting. I’m trying to hold it together, you see. It’s working perfectly well though I wonder how long I can pull it off.
“Don’t be too hard on yourself”, my cousin said while driving to get some groceries. I heaved a long sigh. I’ve always been too hard on myself all my life —
that I’m afraid I’ve gotten used to it.
