It's 3 minutes past eleven and I'm longing for you to come home. I haven't had a nice day ever since my uni results came out. Mum was kiasu and she felt embarrassed to tell others about my uni result. If she felt embarrassed, then what about me?
You are the only one closest to me and I really can't sleep without you. Though tomorrow have to wake up at 5a.m., I'm still willing to wait, I don't mind. I wish we're staying together so that I can have your hug at anytime I want.
Sometimes I wish you don't have to work as a waiter so that you won't have to come home late. I don't mind waiting, it's just that wouldn't it be nice to come home earlier and we can chat for a longer time? What'd you say?
Mum was complaining that I am not thrifty. She got mad. I bought her McD Chicken Foldover and she didn't say thanks or show any appreciation at all. She scolded and nag. I just want to buy it and let her try and pamper her. I scared I don't have the chance to do it anymore once I started studying or working or perhaps when I get married. I wish as much as she would understand the reasons behind for doing all these are out of love. But she just can't see the way I see. It hurts.
Where did I do wrong at the first place? Where? Why is my life seems so stormy all the time and yet I couldn't find an achor to hold my life? I felt so lonely. So lonely that I thought I was near the edge of shattering apart. So uncertain that even God told me that He kept something better for me than everybody else but I couldn't be sure of it. Where's my faith?
I wish you're home now. Then like every night, I will imagine that we're just next to each other and I have you to cuddle me in your arms and rock me to my dreamland.
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