I think her heart is truly made of gold. But what she speaks only come directly from her mind.
Everyone is a slave to his or her own temper. temper are the ghost within. Sometimes we have to learn to handle our own ghost properly. Sometimes we also have to learn how to handle those of the others.
She drive to my house today, which is quite rare, but she did made it once or twice earlier. Today, it was for the movie, which turned out later to be one of the awful teenager-sick-love-adventure-supernatural type. There is something in her today that is quite different. She was claim and uncommonly kind. She had her full control of her temper. She still made some curse on certain issue as usual, though, but it was done with gentleness.
She was absolutely gorgeous today.
I presume it would be quite normal for the sensitive type-kind of woman to be at her temper sometimes. All the best woman does. And because I am also very sensitive type, I was so moved by it. Many times I was handling it wrongly with a thought to much of myself. I have been such a selfish old man. But who doesn’t, then. At some point in time, we all are thinking from ourselves as a centre of the universe.
But my love for her overcome some few critical issues in my life. There is something in her that I can’t explain. It is more than a love. It is a certain feeling that deep down. It is very close to the intuition. I can’t exactly explain what it is. It is like night and day. We are pretty much different, but only together, we make a day.
She must be a day, and I am absolutely a night: because I feel so much warmth in her heart today. It was my heart that is cold, dark and moon-lighted pale. I would only lit up and shine when she was around. She is truly, an always, my sunshine. And it always shine in gold.
I just have to learn how to handle this precious properly then.
I Am Yesterday. You Are Present. We Are Tomorrow 