掌中月影‧沙上浪花

Sweetheart,

I hate to say so, but I when I ask you to seriously consider going to your psychologist (counselor, or whatever you may call her), I mean it.

It’s like a slow intoxication process, an unknown anesthetic that invades your brain, your nerves system, your thoughts, your interaction with others, as well as your connections.

I’ve been trying to put this in an easier way, yet, be them metaphors, hints, or similes, none of them work upon you. That’s when I decided to put things straight.

To my disappointment, you refused to listen. You used to be a considerate person who can always tell what was bothering you friends.

Perhaps, I ‘m trying to rationalize this for you, since I’m still living in this tower, I could not understand how it is like to “be out there”, and that’s why I’m so “naive” about your plights and dilemmas -- or is it?

I don’t like it when you deny your own responsibility by blaming others for not “caring” their friends, family members or whoever they love enough. Even if you do believe all these deeds are philanthropic, this could not account for your ignorance.  

What he’s doing, what he told you, are merely ways to justify your forceful actions.

Can’t you see that this is sabotaging our relationship?