She is strict and disciplined. Absolutely not soft spoken and can become angry easily. If something is not right in her eyes, she sure will tell (no, nag) you about it in a forceful voice and sometimes hurtful words. In my younger years, I had moments where I despised her very much. When instead of embracing me for making it thru the running mad dogs, she made a gripo (faucet) out of my ribs by a full three-sixty-degree pinch. I could not, for the life of me, understand why I got punished instead of gotten a hug. You see, she is some woman. She’s often misunderstood. She doesn't wear her heart on her sleeve, not the affectionate and touchy one. Yet… she is strong... and brave. Her way of nurturing is unconventional, not much cuddling for you, you must learn how to stand on your own. She makes me do things independently and courageously. I am forever in awe of how she instills self-sufficiency and resiliency in me. I am forever thankful for how she shapes the person t
Like playing the tug of war, he was pulling away trying to get a hold of that quest that he called space. He clutched the end of the rope in a way where he’s all set to let loose. And you, you tightened your grip, fighting to win him over. But you knew you can’t keep holding on. Then the world fell apart and you’re exactly where you were on the afternoon you chose to let go. When you said the closure words and he just nodded his head and left without saying a word.