It is a beautiful day again, today. One beautiful Saturday, and it is nice to have nice day on weekends. I had such a good night last night. I have been staying in, (again!), and it has been such a good night for me.
The other socks went away, and surprisingly I feel like it is good to be away from him for quite sometimes. I have my space back. And it is good. Not that I am complaining that he is always around, but it's just a girl thing, I think. As daddy always said, goddess's strange thing that he will never understand. Hmm... I'd say so.
Last few days, I went for a chit chat over coffee with two of my girlfriends. Actually, one of them is my friend (A). We sort of become close accidentally. And the other one, is my friend's friend (B). We had the normal coffee session, and it was perfect. We haven't seen each other for quite sometimes now.
From one stories leads to another. It was a real fun. And at some point, we came across to a story from the other friend. My friend's friend. (But we are all friends now, anyway!). She has had a boyfriend, once before... who just vanished!
They were living together and it was a perfect start from the begining. All lovey dovey and all. That spells - GREAT! Nothing has ever been fault in their relationship. In short, a perfect relationship which, any girl would ever dream of.
But one day, on weekends, one fine morning... B woke up. And found out that the boyfriend is missing! She keep calm, as if nothing happened... like an ordinary one weekend morning, having the thought that, probably the boyfriend just go to get some breakfast over. Like what he usually does. After ten minutes, he is still not there. Strange. She keep calm.
Half an hour. Something must have gone wrong! She tried to call him. Not answered. Tried few times, still not answered. Strange.
After an hour, she looked around the house. Everything looks normal. She showered. She open the press/wardrobe to get some clothes... she was shocked!! All his clothes, which was supposed to be in the wardrobe is all gone! She checked another wardrobe. The same. She checked the shoe rack, all his belongings are gone!
She sit still, thinking. What is actually going on? She tried again the phone, unsuccessful. No answer. After two consecutive hours thinking, she soon realized. He just left. He is gone. And it's over.
She got over with it. Trying to cope back with her life. Successful. After few weeks, coping, back to her normal life... one day, she got a mail from this so-called boyfriend. Apologizing. And asking for another chance. She did asked why he did that, and the answer was short and simple, "I don't know....". But, she is a nice girl herself, so he got the 'another chance'.
After few weeks, he did it again!!
Now it's totally over. She is fine with her life now. But one thing that she couldn't understand, is why. We had a laugh over coffee when she told us the story. It was sad, agreeable, but it was funny as well, somehow.
And when I went back home, I couldn't keep myself from thinking. Why would a person do something like this just because he feels so? How can he be so mean, not to mention, cruel... to betray his girlfriend... when they had live happilly together before? Why would he ever think of coming back, then did it again? Does he actually thinks that it's funny to do such thing? Or does he simply being so amusingly selfish a**hole, so he just do whatever he wants?
Sometimes, I thought things like this could just happened in a movie or a paperback fictions, but I was wrong. It does happened in real life. If not, how come the idea popped in the director of the film or the writer of the books?
My thought; life is just too complicated to understand any of it, so the best way to overcome it is to blend yourself in it, and experience the joy and sorrow once you're drowned in it.
Happy Saturday.
's have fun, and enjoy some cakes, pastries and drinks! *wink* 
's have fun, and enjoy some cakes, pastries and drinks! *wink* 
for all the wishes!! *twirl*
