Precious Chiu,
One day when you will, (and it is my hope that you do) open and read this blog, when you choose you reach out to me in your own space, time and at your own pace, I want you to know that it is hurtful when you walk away. It feels like an incomplete sentence, like marmalade not properly set, when you walk away and slam the door in the middle of a conversation.
One day when you will, (and it is my hope that you do) open and read this blog, when you choose you reach out to me in your own space, time and at your own pace, I want you to know that it is hurtful when you walk away. It feels like an incomplete sentence, like marmalade not properly set, when you walk away and slam the door in the middle of a conversation.
I like full blooded, almost obese fights. There is satisfaction in those. When we have punched each other just enough and we fall back laughing and together, I am almost glad that we disagreed. It makes us so much closer and so much warmer. The door slamming.... well, its like a cold shower on a Delhi winter day, potent with its sharp pang, leaves one panting for warmth.....
Talk to me darling, always.... don't walk out on me, I can hardly handle it. I have an issue with commas, pauses and semicolons, I like full stops:)
All my love
Mumma
