Cuddy couldn't believe that of all the days she needed to be to work on time that it would be this hari that her engine would go up. Sighing to herself,Cuddy, pulled out her phone and called for a tow truck. Glancing at the time on her watch she saw that she was a half an jam late. Cuddy pushed speed dial on her cell and heard a steady ringing...
"Cuddy, where are you?" Wilson answered nervously.
"I'm stuck on route 48 waiting for a tow truck."
"Are anda alright?"
"Yeah, it's just my crappy engine."
"That's good to hear."
"It is?"
"I thought anda may have changed your mind about meeting House and..."
"How do you...Wait is House there?"
"He showed up early just to talk to you."
"I don't want him to think I backed out. Put him on the phone so I can explain."
"He's in the atau right now. But I'll tell him what happened."
"...Because I do want to be with him, Wilson. I've never wanted anyone more."
"I know."
"I don't want him to turn away from me again. I need him to know..."
"Don't worry. I'll make sure he knows."
"Thanks." she berkata as she rubbed her suddenly watery eyes.
"Do anda need a ride?"
"I'll catch one with the tow truck driver. It will take forty menit before he gets here."
"I can get anda in half that time."
"No. Don't worry about it. Just tell House what happened."
"Alright. Take care."
"You too."
"Cuddy, where are you?" Wilson answered nervously.
"I'm stuck on route 48 waiting for a tow truck."
"Are anda alright?"
"Yeah, it's just my crappy engine."
"That's good to hear."
"It is?"
"I thought anda may have changed your mind about meeting House and..."
"How do you...Wait is House there?"
"He showed up early just to talk to you."
"I don't want him to think I backed out. Put him on the phone so I can explain."
"He's in the atau right now. But I'll tell him what happened."
"...Because I do want to be with him, Wilson. I've never wanted anyone more."
"I know."
"I don't want him to turn away from me again. I need him to know..."
"Don't worry. I'll make sure he knows."
"Thanks." she berkata as she rubbed her suddenly watery eyes.
"Do anda need a ride?"
"I'll catch one with the tow truck driver. It will take forty menit before he gets here."
"I can get anda in half that time."
"No. Don't worry about it. Just tell House what happened."
"Alright. Take care."
"You too."
When does cinta become something we need, rather than something we want? cinta was seen as something special a long time ago. Now cinta is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. cinta is common currency when anda are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older anda get. Do we not care about the substance of what cinta was and not what it has been made into today oleh commercialisation from American film and televisi commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience cinta for real, can we komentar and judge others who are in Love. cinta means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of cinta is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? cinta is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.