Windows

For more than a year now, I have always been longing for weekends - I go to school on Saturdays and spend time with my beau the whole day on Sundays. But yesterday was different, he was sick and burning in fever. While I may have all the right to brag about what happened to me the night before and that Sunday morning, I was quite hoping we can talk about this obsevation I have been keeping for awhile now - but things happen so differently.

I ended up in memorial park and payed Bin a visit. I brought him flowers that he loved so much when he was still alive. I sat down on the grass and cried almost endlessly, thinking and praying for more courage to endure all the what-have-me's. I saw myself drift away - I have been and nobody noticed it.

I stayed in that place for about an hour - recharged. I told myself that I will never let anyone hurt me like this again because the more I let them in, the more I hurt myself. The more I expect, the more I'm bound to be doomed. That's a can not do for me now.

Endless questions suddenly pouring in and I can only speculate. No definite answers just yet.

Some school friends called me while I was to about to leave the place and asked me if I am going elsewhere. We all ended up talking, eating and laughing some more in Serendra. 'Tis true - when God closes a door, He opens windows for you.

A big thanks and a big warm hug to you.

I am not going anywhere, promise.