my him...

I was angry and my tears were starting to fall and I couldn’t stop them anymore…

I never looked at him and he just tries to console me... his hands just patted my shoulders and caressed my cheeks.

I was angry but I knew I wouldn’t end the story with a break up, but instead, I just didn’t talk…didn’t smile back…

I just let the anger fade away and he knew I needed to calm down first…

And then we hugged each other. Like I never had a reason to be angry and cry. Like I was just being maarte and stupid and I somehow win but really… we both did.

After all the sorry’s and explanations though I never understood them all, I just did forgive him and he just did understood me.

If this were me in the my-used-to-be-life-and-attitude, the story of us would have ended already a long time ago.

But we both choose to understand beyond we both expect of each other.

Is it really love?

I bet it really is!

(June 5, 2009)