Johannesburg
23 March 2006
Hny,
It’s half past ten here in Johannesburg and I’m sure you’re deep asleep. I try to read rushdie to tire my eyes and join you in slumber but I ended up playing flipwords. And writing this. I may not be able to come up with an unselfish reason why I’ve opted to be here and decided to leave you there but I know you understand. I’ve expected life far from you would be sad, but it turned out miserable. I thought I was strong because you made me think that I am; I’m not. But hey, I’m trying.
Thank you for not asking why. You know I’m often irrational. The truth is you know everything about me: my insecurities and my being a highly charged drama queen. I guess six years is way too long not to get to know each other, birthmarks and all. We’ve breathed the same air for that long, six months seemed eternity.
So what is this really all about? Taking out the drama and all that stuff, nothing actually, just checking if you’re coping well and not getting complacent about your weight. Cheers to us both hny, to a lifelong friendship, companionship, and love. Looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you, Atari and Aiko.
Luv u always,
peaches
XXX
Manila
23 March 2006
Six years ago my journey began Chasin down this cure no plan in hand Just your pulse, my racing guide in the dark Just knowing with conviction from the start The moment your eyes made an introduction I felt my second violent breath of life Flawless to the point of bein godly Yet I fell for your imperfections
Now we're slightly weathered we're slightly worn Our hands grip together eye to eye through the storm yet I still believe in ever after with you Cause life is a pleasure with you by my side And there aint no current in this river we cant ride I still believe in ever after with you
Nothing compares to the good times Feels like were floating when the rest have to climb You made me believe in love and not the perfect kind A real messy beautiful, twisted sunshine Emotions: volcanic eruptions We both still care so were still alive Tunnel vision . . . determination I want you, I want to make it right
Ever After Bonnie Bailey
People love to use the word quick here. It has become some sort of an adjective-prefix in almost everything that a person wants to say, like quick question (when you have to ask something but you're hesitant to interrupt), quick lunch (you have a meeting to attend but your stomach is grumbling), and this, quick post (when you should've been doing work but you find time to blog).
