Tuesdays with Morrie

I've been feeling edgy and moody all week. Emotional and unbalanced, like something's missing. Something was missing. It was you. We were too busy to talk let alone see each other and when we did meet, we spent half the time shutting our lips and talking in our heads trying hard not to say the wrong things although evidently, we did.

The upcoming events on my calendar didn't help make it easier either, the stress gets worse each day and the disappointment I feel for myself grew because I could not fulfill my own goals, even the simplest ones. I'm learning to be less needy and clingy, to know when to push and pull and most importantly, to understand. Whatever the reason for its happening, I am trying to be stronger, to withstand, to accept. And I'm trying hard this time not to fail myself.

How I miss our Tuesdays. That one hour of peace every week that I can have with you, the one I look forward to every single time. The drinks, the place and time, no matter how short it was, it was good enough. Beggars can't be choosers, and I liked it a lot, even if it's only happens for while. It didn't matter, it could be anywhere as long as you are there. There will be no more Tuesdays from now on, for a long while.

Saying it is never enough but it will have to do. For now.


I miss you, more.