Hi sinners! Well this is the chap before the big finale XDDD lol Mmm not much to tell so…
Stupid, stupid woman. Why does she play a game with me? I mean what the hell was that? The porch discussion I mean. Why does she suddenly blame me only? I am so mad I’m slamming every single door of my house and then I start throwing picture frames to the floor.
Pictures of my wife and me, my children, my friends. They all crash.
There has always been a special blue frame that carried one of my favorit pictures. It crashes against the floor and as I realize that I bent down to pick it up. It’s anda and me. We were making cakes with Robert and out of boredom we started a flour war. We played like little kids. And we ended up covered with flour. The picture brings good times, I remember Robert taking it and then me carrying anda in my arms while anda poured syrup in my nose.
Why were we baking that time? I don’t remember but I already knew that I loved you.
I didn’t want things to go like they did on the porch. I wanted to ciuman anda and hold anda in my arms and be with you. I didn’t want to spit Screw anda but anda called me a cheater and a liar. I am not a liar with you. I cinta anda way too much to lie over my feelings.
I should talk to you, maybe I should call, but anda won’t answer I think. I am calmer now but I feel like crying I know that I have now really screwed up and with Rick in our way it will be harder. I don’t know what to do. anda won’t want to talk to me and I’m scared I have really lost you.
But why do anda say I never loved you? That’s what gets me angrier. Don’t anda realize I have been there every time and then suddenly Rick’s here for a bulan and a half and anda tell me “He was here”. Screw you. Five years count way lebih than one month. But then again I did put anda through pain. But I mean, com’ on I had memory loss! And that brainless wife of mine didn’t tell me anything. I would have stayed with you, all the time.
I sit down still holding the picture who’s frame is now broken. We’re broken just like the frame. And I’m not a good carpenter, maybe time is and when it passes, it will bring us back together. I caress the picture and pray that a carpenter appears soon.
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Tears lebih tears and tears and tears again. I can’t believe I broke in front of Rick and he then berkata
“You cinta him not me “and then he left.
susah dipercaya how screwed I am. I take my favorit picture and glance at it for what seems the millionth time.
We are covered with flour. And I’m being carried oleh your arms while anda look into my eyes. I’m smiling because I’m throwing syrup at your nose. And your smiling because… well maybe because anda like having syrup at your nose. I remember that after that I wanted to lick it but Robert was there too so maybe it wouldn’t have been the greatest idea.
Those were good days. I wish we could go back to them. I’m mad at anda and I feel like I hate you. I’m scared of hating you. I shouldn’t because I also cinta you. Who understands? But well anda hate me now. I think I should give anda time and I’m still mad although how could I be so dump? I mean Jo didn’t say anda had memory loss when I talked to her at the hospital.
Our relationship it’s like baking a big cake. We have to mix a lot of things together so it can make a perfect combination but if we screw with just one ingredient, the cake won’t come out being perfect. And I don’t look for a perfect relationship. I mean we’ll always screw with some ingredient but I want it to have just the necessary ingredients and that would be anda and me and love. No one else should matter but life won’t allow us that. We have to mix press, work, wife, kids. I hate it. But I cinta you.
I guess that if we can try bake another cake right? I guess we could put away some ingredients and try to make a smaller one. Preparing it step oleh step. Until it’s almost perfect. I want that. But I guess anda don’t. I should just give anda time. That’s all this cake needs. Time
Stupid, stupid woman. Why does she play a game with me? I mean what the hell was that? The porch discussion I mean. Why does she suddenly blame me only? I am so mad I’m slamming every single door of my house and then I start throwing picture frames to the floor.
Pictures of my wife and me, my children, my friends. They all crash.
There has always been a special blue frame that carried one of my favorit pictures. It crashes against the floor and as I realize that I bent down to pick it up. It’s anda and me. We were making cakes with Robert and out of boredom we started a flour war. We played like little kids. And we ended up covered with flour. The picture brings good times, I remember Robert taking it and then me carrying anda in my arms while anda poured syrup in my nose.
Why were we baking that time? I don’t remember but I already knew that I loved you.
I didn’t want things to go like they did on the porch. I wanted to ciuman anda and hold anda in my arms and be with you. I didn’t want to spit Screw anda but anda called me a cheater and a liar. I am not a liar with you. I cinta anda way too much to lie over my feelings.
I should talk to you, maybe I should call, but anda won’t answer I think. I am calmer now but I feel like crying I know that I have now really screwed up and with Rick in our way it will be harder. I don’t know what to do. anda won’t want to talk to me and I’m scared I have really lost you.
But why do anda say I never loved you? That’s what gets me angrier. Don’t anda realize I have been there every time and then suddenly Rick’s here for a bulan and a half and anda tell me “He was here”. Screw you. Five years count way lebih than one month. But then again I did put anda through pain. But I mean, com’ on I had memory loss! And that brainless wife of mine didn’t tell me anything. I would have stayed with you, all the time.
I sit down still holding the picture who’s frame is now broken. We’re broken just like the frame. And I’m not a good carpenter, maybe time is and when it passes, it will bring us back together. I caress the picture and pray that a carpenter appears soon.
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
Tears lebih tears and tears and tears again. I can’t believe I broke in front of Rick and he then berkata
“You cinta him not me “and then he left.
susah dipercaya how screwed I am. I take my favorit picture and glance at it for what seems the millionth time.
We are covered with flour. And I’m being carried oleh your arms while anda look into my eyes. I’m smiling because I’m throwing syrup at your nose. And your smiling because… well maybe because anda like having syrup at your nose. I remember that after that I wanted to lick it but Robert was there too so maybe it wouldn’t have been the greatest idea.
Those were good days. I wish we could go back to them. I’m mad at anda and I feel like I hate you. I’m scared of hating you. I shouldn’t because I also cinta you. Who understands? But well anda hate me now. I think I should give anda time and I’m still mad although how could I be so dump? I mean Jo didn’t say anda had memory loss when I talked to her at the hospital.
Our relationship it’s like baking a big cake. We have to mix a lot of things together so it can make a perfect combination but if we screw with just one ingredient, the cake won’t come out being perfect. And I don’t look for a perfect relationship. I mean we’ll always screw with some ingredient but I want it to have just the necessary ingredients and that would be anda and me and love. No one else should matter but life won’t allow us that. We have to mix press, work, wife, kids. I hate it. But I cinta you.
I guess that if we can try bake another cake right? I guess we could put away some ingredients and try to make a smaller one. Preparing it step oleh step. Until it’s almost perfect. I want that. But I guess anda don’t. I should just give anda time. That’s all this cake needs. Time