I couldn’t just shut my eyes and ears and pretend that I didn’t hear those words or the little crack in your voice. All I could wish for was that you wouldn’t see those tears glistening. I understand the kind of pain we have to undergo at this point of time; it’s ironic because we’ve both found jobs but the misery seems double the amount. It’s not about the potential obstacles at work; it’s the stabbing pain you get each moment you wished that someone was there besides you to give you those warm and fuzzy hugs when you needed them most. It’s like taking a deep breath and feeling all the tears rush out of your tear ducts at the mere thought of missing someone. It’s not wanting to wave goodbye every time we part, because I’m afraid I might just cry and make you upset as well.
I’m just waiting for your SMS. Something so simple from you, and yet carries every single word I yearn to hear from you. To tell me that you’re home, safe and sound. To tell me you enjoyed today’s game with my sisters and I. To tell me how much I am missed. And to prove to me, every single time, how lucky I am.
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