F-reality

there's the reality - the one that we are forced to face on a day-to-day basis.

Alternatively, there's the F-reality.

Fantasize, Falsified , Fragile .

The one we wish we were leading. The one the media paints. The one we think - we deceive ourselves into believing we are leading.

We've arrived at New York.

The transit tunnel between the fantasized falsified but real reality . (Supposingly)

The last few days we've been on good terms - or rather the past week since we've been at his parent's place we've been behaving.

I guess living together with no common social circle causes much unwarranted constraints.

With the company of others we've learn (condition ?) to prevent the ugly side of us showing.

I've been distracted by 'being a model girlfriend' - to have any needless time to sulk or resent.

Maybe. But, I've been too much of a chatterbox - trying to impress too hard. I'm irked by my own behavior. Ewww...

Or, maybe time does heal all wounds.

I need time - I need predictability.

However, deep wounds leaves an unsightly scar.

Not one that everyone can forget.

Do you remember your cut ?

Or, that first fall as a kid ?

Do you remember the first time when he- she told you its over ?

Happy new years, readers.

Welcome to the age of F-reality ?