Tuesday, November 22, 2011


On your last day you called back to say goodbye. And you played me a rough but lovely piece on the grand piano in your nana abu's house. Despite the fights we'd fought before and the aggressive ways of our love, I knew I'd miss you.
Now seeing these pictures of shot glasses in your hands, shirtless girls in your lap and puffs of smoke around you breaks my heart. Pictures at all the bars and clubs, with the strobe lights and people doing obscene things to one another in the background. You're not even wearing a shirt and this girl dressed as an airhostess in a black miniskirt is clinging to you!
It's not that I want you or still love you like I did when I was a child, I just wish you didn't do these things.
Please don't do them.