He is so STUBBORN
So I never made it a point to know where he goes…
For I believe in freedom to do as he please…..
As I expect the same from him….
So I never made it a pact to say yes or no…
More in trust that he knows what he is…
But yesterday my heart just stops beating…
Hearing the dreaded call I never thought coming…
And when both stood face to face…
His eyes tells all lies belying the words I hear in my mind…
Without speaking I gave him my thoughts…
Though painful it may seem…
It may be the best remedies he ever will need…
………………………………………
Broken bones though not so little…
Can only hinder his movement and injures none but himself…
But broken trusts though not so obvious…
Breaks us both even further apart…
And that is something we both know cannot be mend magically or forcefully overnight……
The Physician looked solemn and capable….
A word of encouragement that all will be fine…
Does the doctor knows what ‘FINE’ stands for?
Fear
Insecure
Neurotic
Emotional
In words I may sound to be…
But never in reality….I just cannot be…..
How dare he even suggest me not to worry…
Even parading in front of me in his walking stick?
Face all blue and shaking limbs?
So he really thinks he can get away that easily….
My thoughts be damned?
4 days missing and When I see him it means nothing?
I see…..
So it means nothing to him huh?
Then I suppose I shouldn’t go visit him in the hospital for the next 3 months?
Why should I?
When my thoughts means naught to him….
Heck…If he refuses even his parents help….
Who am I to contradict?
Suite yourself….
November 10th, 2008 at 4:53 am
Interesting to know.