#16

I walked home from the church, alone, mom was late. The place is familiar, I could probably walk with my eyes closed and still get home. But what hit me was that every person I passed by was a stranger to me. Everyone, until I saw my mom walking towards me.

The key to happiness is acceptance. Before yesterday, I accepted the fact that I am going to spend the rest of my life alone. No, not alone, single. Single is the right word. Then you reminded me: we're marrying each other when we turn 35.

I don't like to live in a place full of strangers. I don't like the smell of brewing rain. But I like the idea of growing old with my best friend.