Answered what-ifs
When things have been confirmed, what next?
Now that my questions have been answered, it actually lead to more questions.
Sometimes when I feel angsty and frustrated that I cannot do anything about things and I cannot control the circumstances, I would wish that I never knew or never felt it.
Or that I should have never seen him again.
But I know as well that I'm lying.
Despite the sadness that it brought me - with the acceptance that feelings can never be enough to risk, to continue, or to constantly have the person with you - I feel relieved that I now know.
And grateful that I had the chance to find out.
Grateful, that though I never told him, I made him feel what is.
Friday, October 08, 2004
Sunday, October 03, 2004
Sick
'Been sick for two days now. Straight from Chateau Royale, Nasugbu for a speaking engagement, I've been down with stomach trouble and fever. The doctor's verdict: shellfish poisoning.
I ate oysters and mussels at Josephine's in Tagaytay. I only had some and didn't realize that my stomach is this sensitive. So that's a lesson for me - no shellfish. EVER.
Seek
This is a quiet weekend. I am home. I only go out of the apartment to check on my car. The Boyfriend is out of town and won't be back until tomorrow.
During these moments, I find myself searching for answers.
Barely two weeks from now, I am again turning a year older.
27.
When I was in college, I saw the age of 27 as the right time and age for me to get married.
So where am I going now?
A major part of me knows I am nowhere near ready.
But the question is - why? What's keeping me from taking the plunge?
I have found the perfect husband-material. Good boyfriend, good friend. A would-be good husband and father of our future child.
While all my high school and college female classmates are putting pressure on their boyfriends to marry them, here I am - trying to evade it and actually plotting out all forms of machinations to delay it.
Until now, I am seeking for the answers.
But maybe - just maybe - it's already time. At the very least, it's high time to seriously think about it - and consider.
'Been sick for two days now. Straight from Chateau Royale, Nasugbu for a speaking engagement, I've been down with stomach trouble and fever. The doctor's verdict: shellfish poisoning.
I ate oysters and mussels at Josephine's in Tagaytay. I only had some and didn't realize that my stomach is this sensitive. So that's a lesson for me - no shellfish. EVER.
Seek
This is a quiet weekend. I am home. I only go out of the apartment to check on my car. The Boyfriend is out of town and won't be back until tomorrow.
During these moments, I find myself searching for answers.
Barely two weeks from now, I am again turning a year older.
27.
When I was in college, I saw the age of 27 as the right time and age for me to get married.
So where am I going now?
A major part of me knows I am nowhere near ready.
But the question is - why? What's keeping me from taking the plunge?
I have found the perfect husband-material. Good boyfriend, good friend. A would-be good husband and father of our future child.
While all my high school and college female classmates are putting pressure on their boyfriends to marry them, here I am - trying to evade it and actually plotting out all forms of machinations to delay it.
Until now, I am seeking for the answers.
But maybe - just maybe - it's already time. At the very least, it's high time to seriously think about it - and consider.
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