hey you! what? no not you, the man on your back.
egghh for god's sake, of course i mean you!
listen,
i, again and again, again, failed my strawberry vosgien. i've tried this one for millionsss and.. i still don't know what went wrong, and i, finally may have to give up on this.
you know my passion for baking don't you? you sure as hell know that, you were always there waiting in the corner of the kitchen. and i still remember the look on your face when i stared at you with my don't-you-dare-to-touch-anything eyes. you're so funny, didn't i tell you?
i miss the oranges, strawberries and kiwis you always brought for the weekends.
i miss the breakfast i usually made for you,
or when i nagged you to drive me to the groceries just because we're running out of breads, but we ended up buying tacos.
sighhhh --------
ah ya, i've signed the contract for another two years. means another years for me to prepare for my biggest fear, coming home.
which i know when i come home, i'll never leave again, i promise.
there will come the time when i get tired, for real, when i'll eventually stop and not looking for more.
and her?
you are her biggest fear, she's ridiculously afraid of you. not that you bite or you kill, but it's more like she doesn't want to take the risk of having another comma if you're gone for real. and for this reason, save the worst for the last.
