Saturday, 8 October 2011

#208 … when you don’t become blind, you can still see, but don’t mind.


“Can’t you see that?”
“Yes I can.” I replied with a sigh.
“Then?”
“We have too long being together for me to understand what his acts mean.”
“What do you mean?”
“I am not blind to his acts. I very well saw him talking away to that blonde non-stop. But I don’t mind. For I know he doesn’t mean anything wrong. He’s just having a good time.”

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