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Tuesday, January 15, 2008 | 9:30 AM

Part I

It was so easy that night,
should have been strong,
but having someone to hold
wasn't that bad. After all.

And so she thought to herself,

Why do I crave for his attention?




The way they looked at each other,
the intangible feeling of sadness and closeness.
Perhaps knowing that the love could never be entirely real
or maybe, in knowing there would never be a fairytale ending.

Never, such a strong word, she thought.

Is this the part when people say,
all good things come to an end?




She never knew how to love someone.

How to?
Love someone?

Her parents were separated ever since she was young.

So she did it her way.

She never liked saying things like I Love You.
It held no meaning, to her,
because, love should be shown, not said.

But reality never told her.
No one is perfect,
not everyone liked being loved
the way she loved them.




The despair she felt as she stood at the balcony,
mummy was walking away.

Why?
Why are you leaving mummy?

Daddy never left the room.

Details etched in her mind.
She doubt it would ever fade.




Just like that,
not many people knew her life,
started to fall apart that day.

Over the years,
a wall of stone had formed
around her heart.

Just like that.

She loved watching him sleep.
It was the kind of serenity,
she craved, deep down.

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