I can’t remember the last time I heard that said. I think it was at least 7 months ago.
There’s so many things I said, and yet, there’s so many others that were never mentioned.
The real reason I gave the bed away was because it hurt too much. I couldn’t go to my room and sleep in the bed without crying for a long long time when you kinda disappeared and took your time. I hid out in my sister’s room. At times, she slept right beside me just so I had company, just so I wouldn’t cry.
Anyhow, the slate is clean.
“Shouldn’t the world stop? Don’t they know what has happened to me?
But the world did not stop, it took no notice at all,…” ~ Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie
And the world keeps on spinning and life goes on.
We went to Shashlik today for dinner. We felt like steak, chateaubriand to be exact. This is the first time in a long long while someone took me to a restaurant and paid for me. It felt odd in a way, coz it felt like old times when we were together. Yet there was the jarring reminder of a phonecall to bring me back to earth.
Ikea was nice… and I really did wolf down that hotdog. I was really hungry. I felt a kind of relief telling you about the bed. I still feel bad, but it’s not a hidden truth. It’s nice to come out in the open, even if it means getting nagged at or losing the possibility of a brand new comp…
The last time I had the Swiss macaroons was when we went to Bali, Hard Rock Hotel. Remember we argued at the airport, on the plane, all the way. It was kinda make or break then. Look where we are today. We’ve come a long way … the good and the bad. It’s always a package, isn’t it? I had one when I got home … it tasted like vanilla.
Thank you for making the effort today. For the great company, talk … advice/nagging/lectures etc. For dinner, and macaroons … For letting me have a sit in that chair … For letting the tears run without the historic grumbles and irritations … =)
I had a great time. Really. Thank you.