Translated…
Through the phones, you’d told, “I thought we can only be just friends. But he’d been extremely gentle with me, told me, that he’d been in pain in his marriage………later on, he’d told me, if we’d started earlier, if he could meet up with me earlier, maybe, maybe we would’ve form our perfect family together………”, then, I’d, heard you cry. I’m used to just, listening quietly. The trainings on the job had trained me, to use JUST my ears, as the individuals poured their hearts out to me, that way, the cases can talk more, and I can connect the dots for them, then, leading the cases to think about what’s troubling them, so they are able to, find their ways out.
But this time, the person pouring her heart out was you, my best friend. We’d met back in our teenage years, later on, although we’d gone in separate directions, but, we’d still kept our innocence—the friendship we have had never changed. And you, are like the cases I was assigned to, kept asking, “What, do I do now?”, I’d not have an answer for you.
In my understanding, love is a package that came, AT the right time. If it’d come too quickly, then the individuals break up, they’ll say, “The next will be better”; if it’d come too late, then, people would say, “we’d met up too late in life”. And, if there are, regrets for both, then, why would you waste your time on thinking about whether or not love came too soon or too late? Before we’d decided to enter into marriage, love is NO longer something worth us wasting time to regret about.
I’d kept this belief about love.
Of course I’d know, that not everybody agrees with me on this, otherwise, why would the divorce rate in Taiwan keep on hiking up, and that song about regrets having met later wouldn’t hit the number one on the charts often.
Dear, I don’t have the answer for you. If I believe, that there are going to be some regrets in love, I can only tell you: being someone’s spare wheel, IS the biggest regret one can have in love.
Men and women use different modes of thinking when it came to love, women love the famous romance writer, men loved the sword fighting writer; when Jackie Chan made the mistake that every man makes, it’d sparked huge debates, and misunderstandings, but, I must speak on his behalf, what he’d stated, is, the truth. How many billions of people are here on earth? If you don’t have psychological affairs, then, you wouldn’t be a “man” anymore. It’s just, that it’s regrettable, that the beauty of love is the seeking of the fireworks, while the character of marriage is, taking up responsibilities.
Do you want to take my words, just this once? Love can be left, although you think that you couldn’t. But most of the times, we’d believed, that this was, true love but deary, being a spare isn’t. what he fell in love with, is how he could escape the problems of his own family temporarily, into your arms; and what you’re in love with, is how you believed, that you’d won over another woman, felt, that you were the princess, who can rescue him out of his jam, believed, that he couldn’t live without you, believed, that if he’s with you, he would never cheat again.
And the truth of all that is, what you fell in love with, is what you imagined, the “if’s”.
You can choose, to leave this messy storm and chaos behind, if you must face those hard goodbyes with those who are closest to you, then, we can all, pass through it all, with our strengths that we carried, then, why is love, caused by “excessive hormones” any different?
I can’t give you the correct answer, and this, is as far as I can say, I’d also hope, that you think things through, how, will you, play your next move?
So, this, is still, a woman, TRAPPED, because the LOSER is using the S.O.B. card, of how he’s not happy with his wife, how she doesn’t understand him, blah, blah, blah, appealing to HER maternal instincts, and that, is what a LOT of the married men do, they painted an awful picture of their home life, of how hard their wives (1 @ a time!!!) are grilling them about whatever, about how they’re so afraid to head home to face them, and how you make them feel so free, so loved, so comfortable, and, that, is why you ladies can’t get out, because you’re still, falling for ALL their BULLSHITS!!! WAKE UP, ladies, they don’t love us, they just wanted a place to WIPE their dirty feet, a soft place to land, and, are we going to give that to them??? What about what WE want, huh???