Dearest,
How are you? I think of you every so often that sometimes I can just talk to you face to face. If I can just find some vehicle to take me where you are, same time and space, to do a check on you. I don't really know where you are, or what you are, or if traces of me will still be in you at present.
Did you get to fly? I still rant about it now, I wonder if you ever made it. I hope so. It should've made Mommy and Daddy proud. Did you get a mini? You should've gotten the black one with racer checks. Did you maintain a flat stomach? You should have, since it's the only thing I have problems with (aside from the occasional armajello). Haha. I so want to know how you're doing.
If only.
I want to know how Mano is. If he did pursue math hell or not. How Mother is, if she's still working her ass off when she shouldn't. Did Dad ever get over the laxed life? How Margaux is, if she's still the spoiled baby or if she's turned into the ultimate geek.
How is your heart? Are you now cold-hearted, the way I wanted you to be? Did you end up happy? Did you end up alone, content that you have the kids around? What happened to the boy that broke your heart and you still wanted more? What happened to the other boy whom you thought was Mr. Perfect but didn't have the balls to stand up for that post? I am hoping that you are well. I am hoping that you are better, stronger, more fulfilled.
For I am, right now, in all the wrong places. My faith in the Lord and in you are the only things intact.
Keep safe love. I'll see you soon.
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