There are times when you just suddenly feel empty. Beau went out with his girlfriend on a Saturday night and I went home to catch more sleep. When dinner time came, I went out for dinner. Tired. Solemn. But there was a piece in me reflecting what another friend mentioned.
"Not everyone appreciates their boyfriend when they have one, and when they lose it, they were all lost again."
I just sat there, alone, on that plastic table, by the side of the road, finishing up that bowl of dumpling noodle, wondering. What have I turned into?
Alone time like these, I came to realize, helps everyone to reflect on their own lives.
And I came to realize, how much Beau loves me... I have my own weaknesses. I have my own flaws. But he never complained about it, and accepted me for who I am.
I couldn't have asked for more.
And I'm filled with remorese...
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