One Saturday evening, I was at my parent’s room to talk for them for awhile before I sleep and to kiss them goodnight as well. Mama was folding the linens while I hopped myself on their bed. Papa was beside me and he looked at the charcoaled painting of my portrait at the wall. That painting was given to me by someone I used to love three Christmases ago and Mama hang it up on their bedroom wall when I left the pieces of my heart and life here and started a brand-new life somewhere else.
Anyhoo, Papa and I looked at the painting since it’s been sitting on the wall across their bed and Papa looked at me and said, “You know, whenever I see that painting there are two people I remember. You and ____. Tell me, what really happened?”
I just smiled at my father who once saw my heart shard into a billion pieces, crushed and left unaided.
I wish I knew why and I wish I know how to answer my father but for now, a smile would just be enough to answer the many why’s that I’ve been asking myself ever since he went out of my life.
But maybe... maybe… its hard for me…because
Three years ago, I decided to love him FOREVER! :(
Damn it, Ivy.. its been three years already!
