What kind of tradition is this? I asked myself. Why must we treated somebody we love alienly but treat strangers kindly? I am baffled.
He said it is tradition we don’t listen to our mom but we help our neighbours. It is a tradition we don’t sit near we love ones but comfortably sit with strangers.
I wonder who is the creator of these called tradition. The tradition which giving more important to others rather than somebody we love. Remarkably weird!
I never imagined i would encounter this funny situation with him. I was as ready as I sincerely as I could to meet him. After few years now we had a chance to meet.
At the airplane, I talked and thanked to God for permitting me to meet him once again. I never dream of seeing someone twice in my life. I feel he is special. What pass is passed, I’m ready for a new life, even though I don’t know him much or closer enough. This is the beginning.
Am I too enthusiastic?
Am I too demanding?
Am way too much?
I hurt him and I made him cry. He cried. He said I’m ferocious! I’m bad! I’m harsh! I could see hate in his eyes. He hates me with all his heart.
I want love, I want him to love me with his heart. Give me priority, make me feel special. I fight for him to called me “Darling” when he called me “Dear”. We argued that day! I really wonder what right he had to be sad!
We argued again and again and again! We argued over silly things. All because I want him to see me more than those friends he has.
Only God knows…