It stopped.
This is like one of the lowest day in my life after mom died. Truth to be told, the most terrible thing in life isn't death, it's to found out someone you love, didn't actually love you like you thought they did.
When mom died, it was hard, harder than anyone could ever imagine. I stayed. I stayed to face it with my brother and sister, we walked through it together and I'm glad I did.
But today I bought a ticket without a second thought and I'm flying tomorrow.
RM431, I must be out of my mind really. I drove and drove, the journey seemed so endless. I stopped for red at the traffic light with swollen eyes, with tears draining my shirt and wetting my palms. I wonder, this is so embarrassing, did anyone see me cry?
Nope, they didn't. They are just too busy with their life to actually slow down their pace and pay attention to people around them. Just like my father. Always busy making decisions.
It's official. The man of my life just failed me. He broke my heart, he broke our heart and he didn't realize it. I begin to fail to understand the meaning of a family.
What is left there is just a house, built with bricks and tiles but without love.
