celebrate your 18th birthday
sometimes, very rarely, like with every coming of christ, i witness a moment when my dad makes my mom smile and he smiles. this creates a worm hole in which i can temporarily look through time and see the past, when they didn't simply hate each other.
i see it and i wonder if those smiles were, at least for some short time, the norm. i really wonder...
i've told people this: the failure of my parents as a couple is the leading reason why i'm so picky with girls and the foundation of how i've formulated most of my relationships with women.
i feel like i don't know to do these days.
posted by fillshe @ 5:47 PM
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