Sunday, May 09, 2010.
> 12:09:00 AM.
Happy Mother's Day mummy dearest!~
I wished we could be closer, like sisters. or friends at least.
The awkward silence we share is devastating, but nontheless,
you know i love you when i come home late at night.
I want you to know i ponder where the hell you are when you're not home early.
I want you to know i pray for your safety and well being, even though we dont talk often
I want you to know that unlike your other son, you can always count on me, without me calling you annoying or being irritating.
I want you to know that even though i took up jobs that had long hours, or came home late at night so i'd rarely bump into you, it was for a good cause.
I hate it when we disagree, and when we walk away from each other's conversation.
But see, if i were to stay home and tag along wherever you go, i'm always scared you'd someday get sick of me, and maybe even fight more.
That way, when i'm home less, the times we spend will be more worth it, being that we "miss" each other ( though we never admit) and stuff.
I hate it what i cant tell you "I Love You mummy" like when i was younger cause it's been ages since we did that.
I got you a plastic flower last year and you playfully mocked it, being plastic and all, but you never knew the real reason.
Real flowers will die one day, and thats not how i want my love for you to go
The plastic flower lasts till you want it too,
Although i'm not saying my love to you IS like plastic -_-
but yeah, get the picture.
But i could never tell you that face to face.
But you know deep deep down, Celia's always going to be your little one.
And she'll forever love you, no matter what the situation.
Although i didnt get you anything this year, i think my independence spoke louder than words, or any gifts you could ever get.
