He slaps me hard with his sharp words. It cuts so deep that I cant hold that liquid thing falling from the corner of my eyelid. We couldn’t control our voice tone; to the point when we both lost in silence. Then say sorry to each other..
I need to thank him somehow. Coz what he did keeps me sober. It keeps me live in reality, not in absurdity. It has nothing to do with him; it’s for my own sake. For more than a decade, he’s always the one who cares and dares to do that, despite our situations, in spite of my stubborn head & heart..
I believe in guardian angel. I have one in my life.