I always know where I wanna go.
But I didn’t because I think too much. Worried too much. Scared too much.
I’m a coward. I admit that. And I never wanna change the way I am. I just accept the way I am.
Which is bad.
Which is real bad.
When I could not perform the best in me. When I never move towards my real dream.
I dream. Big. But never try to take action.
I’m bad.
I’m too comfortable with what I had. I always appreciate whatever I have, which is okie. But not so okie when I actually could do so much better than this. So much better than what I had now.
Then I fell down. Because of my greediness. I always wanted more. When it comes to love, you have to give more as well. Not just accept all and always wanted more.
I’m a spoil brat.
I screw up.
On the age of 27. Going to be 28. Should have get married with the man I have.
But I screw up.
I hurt him.
He left.
We separated. For the first time. For real.
Even though we still meet each other.
He’s no longer the same.
How to expect him to be the same? When I’m the one that destroyed everything.
I’d damaged everything we had, in 12 years.
I’m sorry. Will never be enough.
It’s too late.
And I have to continue my journey.
Like it or not. I’m going back to the F&B line.
I go back to where my problem start.
I need an income is one thing. I need to move on my life without him is another thing.
I need to be brave.
I need to survive on my own.
People change, people leave. Learn how to survive on your own.
It’s not that bad. You just gotta be tough.
Don’t think too much.
You live in a box. A box full with shit. You just have to handle everything one by one. Step by step. A box full of problem? Fix it. He said.
Everyone likes to think. But never take action. He said.
Everyone has problem. Just how are you gonna solve the problem matters the most. He said.
“Thanks. For still accepting me back.” I said.
“You have always been accepted. You just didn’t know I have always waited for you.” He said.
“Everything will get better. It always does get better. We will get through the rough journey together. We will climb the mountain together.” He said.
“You know I will look after you. I don’t want to promise you too much now because you just manage to calm your feelings.” He said.
“I am glad you have come out of this. I think you know I stayed away in order to help you to have a clear mind.” He said.
“You are scared.” He said.
Yes. I always scared and worried about almost everything.
You are brave. I am not.
You and him is another story. You and I is another story. Don’t mix it together and get yourself more confuse. I understand that.
I know and I understand it.
But I still mix everything together.
That’s why I’m lost.
That’s why I’m still lost.
I make my own journey so easy yet so complicated.
You stay away to give me space. You too, stay away to give us space.
Do you miss me? Sometimes. You said.
I can’t force you to love me back.
It won’t be the same anymore.
It will never be the same anymore.
Even though we had been together for twelve years.
We are like total strangers.
We just be together because we are so comfortable with each other. But I’m not sure are we still lover anymore?
Are we roommate?
You trusted me. You said. I trusted you as well, to make me your bride after 12 years.
I made the plan. I still remember. You didn’t . You just listen and follow.
But hey, is what I want something you want as well?
I don’t know.
I don’t know anymore.
We had been separated for two weeks now.
I have quite a clear mind now.
Sometimes you were there. Sometimes you were not.
And I’m fine with it.
Just as you said. Sometimes. You will miss me.
Means not everyday now. Not every moment now.
We missed each other present because that is how we used to be. We get used to it.
Now that we’re separate, we have space to re-think everything again.
We stuck for so long.
Now we have to clear the rubbish we make.
I told you I will go back to work.
You said you understand.
I will stand tall and strong.
I always believe I can. Do so much better than this.
Than everything.
So Thank you, for give me another chance again, on my career path I mean. For letting me chose what is the best for me.
It’s not easy to find a job now. When everything is so bad.
I will survive.
I will save our house.
Even though I’m not sure will you still come back home or not.
When will you come home? I asked.
I will stay in sister’s place for a while. You said.
I understand.
I let you go.
For now.
If in future you still want to go.
I will let you go as well.
Even though I still love you.
I RESPECT YOU.
As your girl, as your lady, as your woman, as your friend, as your sister, as your family, as your long-time LOVER.
Starts your journey now. Without me. As I will starts mine as well.
Without you. By my side.
But always, here, in my heart.
I will still wait for you.
But for how long I couldn’t tell.
Just like you couldn’t tell how long you need to clear off your mind, to make the last decision, to come back home, to forgive and accept me back, to love me like you used to, to be with me like I be with you when we need each other.
Be strong, ROSE.
Perhaps it’s time to love myself even more.

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