Go to bed pass 11 o'clock, I bound to get sleepless. I'm getting old. So I have to have a little chat with you. To tell you that my body is beyond my age.
I always like you. You know I do. You are my sanctuary. I've put on a new skin for you, I hope you like it. Yes, it's Mary and Jack's. Mary and Jack Pickford's, they say. Something new is always refreshing, isn't it?
Something alien I heard first time in my life. Maybe I didn't have a friend from the city to tell me because I was from the suburb. I never saw skyscrapers before my eyes. When I told them I was from the suburb, their eyes and mouths almost dropped to the floor, said they pegged me for being city girl. I don't look a bit like the small-town damsel. I took it as compliment. Twice.
Before I came here, I had high hope from the suburb. I thought city girls' English must be well-spoken and well-used in their dailies. I thought I would meet like-minded people, who would acquaint herself in English with me, that meeting a well-spoken English roomie mustn't a hardship. That I'd meet my prospective lifetime friend.
One true friend. One would be enough. True enough to the fact that we hide no secrets, we laugh to the very silly trivia, and would accept each other's quirks and twists. You may have big circle of friends, but true friend of one or a few will be suffice. I'd be more treasure one or a few than a big or a few big circles of friends.
My friend, I founded you 2 years ago. And I haven't even called you my friend. Now, you become important.
Yes, to be frank with you, I'm a bit disappointed. The big city is not like what I'd expected. I thought somehow, there were someone I'd look up to, but no worries, instead, it has given me an opportunity to acquaint myself better than yesteryear.
Friend, I'll always on the lookout in search of my like-minded friend. You will always have me. I want you to remember that.
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You had a pair of crystal eyes. They were green. A pair that never got old. I was mesmerizing. I almost got sucked into those.
Things I recognized, but never acknowledged.
Your personalities: You never talked to me. You only questioned. Selfish. Bad intentions. Small-minded. Took me for granted. You hated my hair, my sandals, my country, its people, the mall, the hotel, the movie, my puffy dress. Worst of all, you lied and cheated.
You only smiled once when you watched the monkeys. I failed that.
So I never be your wife. You'd be my worse nightmare husband. You'll only be left behind.
Super dumbass! Asshole!
