I have loved him but I am no longer the love-drunk teenager he knew while five years has done nothing to him. I just knew — it’s time to go.
They applauded. They said I am wise and brave and right.
I didn’t know being wise and brave and right hurts.
He gave me a one-arm hug and whispered, “Dear, you gained some weight.”
“Really? Thanks!” Finally, I’m finally getting back the curves I lost.
“Uh, honey, I don’t mean it in that way…”
I looked into him and realized he’s not kidding. It’s really probably time to let him go.
A stack of books, several piles of newly printed reviewers, an unsorted pile of returned exams, and multi-colored highlighters cover the table. Mid-sentence through the second paragraph of the ten-page essay due tomorrow, she stops typing and goes to bed.
She tucks herself in, chuckling, “Sleep is for the strong!”
“Ma’am, we’ll let your hair soak in the treatment. I’ll be back in an hour and a half.” Then off the stylist went, leaving me dangerously alone in front of this huge vanity mirror, forced to observe all my imperfections that she will need to fix.
Vanity mirrors are evil.
Waltzing, he sweeps her across the ballroom as I watch in envy. She is perfect.
It is probably rude to ask a girl to dance on her wedding day but I will do so anyway. After all, he has a lifetime to dance with her. This is my last chance.
Trying to be a grown-up is surely tough. There is a load of paperwork due soon and holiday party invites — deadlines versus temptations. I want to choose temptations.
The only consolation is, grown-ups drink coffee. I am going to get one myself right now.
Coffee warms. Coffee listens. Coffee understands.
It’s December the 1st and I can’t believe how time can fly so fast! It seems like it was just yesterday that I was just moping, trying to figure out how I was going to graduate on time and now, I am doing the very thing that I had only wished for in the past. Still, there are quite a lot of 2016 goals that I failed to achieve (I really suck at New Year’s resolutions). For example:
- Avoid processed foods and soda. (But McDo float…)
- Read 50 books. (Current count is 39. There is no way I can finish 11 books in a month.)
- Blog at least once a week. (Got to explain this in a separate blog post.)
Recently, I have read several articles about bullet journals and I am thinking of jumping on the bandwagon. Do you think it might work? Your suggestions are very much welcome. 🙂