She corrects my lapses in pronunciation. She bullies my stupid wondering(s). She refuses to listen when I'm being silly. She tells me to shut up every time I get too noisy. But of course I know she loves me. Well, that's Arianne. Better yet, Ate Arianne. People know her as this simple, healthy woman with a goody kind of heart. And, I, know...
You're a difficult person. At least from where I can see you. You're difficult because I wanna talk to you about several random things like how much you love the sunrise and how many sunsets have you missed but I'm unable to do that. I wanna ask you whether there are pains you decided to be irreconcilable and tell you I'll be here...