All the things I detest....I will not necessarily almost like

There are days when Juliet is tied down by work that she just cannot afford the time to send a text message. Guess what? A message as simple as "Busy." is enough to convey the thought behind. It's like the handwritten letters of yesterday. Ethan is of the opinion that a handwritten letter is such a precious commodity and it really don't need to be long. Because the time and effort put into writing the letter, sealing it in an envelop and sending it off to the address written in front with the stamp stuck on the top right corner is enough for me.

But these days, nobody writes letters anymore. When was the last time you placed a stamp on your tongue to get the glue going? Ethan can't remember.

It's so easy to take things for granted. Ethan has learnt to do that well. It makes disappointments easier to handle. It manages expectations. It bodes well for healthy living. It dilutes all the bad things. As well as the good.
In the same vein, Juliet has learnt to wear a smile to hide her weary face. To laugh at the appropriate moments as if she is being attentive. To appear preppy when in actual fact the passing of the day had already worn her patience thin. And left her nerves frayed.


I think everyone would have gone through those busy days.

When we woke up that morning
We had no way of knowing,
That in a matter of hours
We'd change the way we were going.
Where would I be now if we'd never met?
Would I be singing this song
To someone else instead?
I dunno
But like you said
Something changed.