my final confession

as a matter a fact, after all the things i can talk with my parents and how far now we had actually reconnected in this time of life, i had never really actually confess about my love life. i was never prepared with their reaction (well looking with their past panicked reactions). it's already amazing to see how tolerant are they with my life condition, with the path i had chooses and might chooses. and i love them for that.

the thing is i guess i sort off always fallen with the guys that make them worry or if to put them in a conservative point of view, the type of guys that will make them go mad. out of all things i realize how hard it was for my parents at their age to have a daughter of my age. our age difference are nearly 40 years. those generations gaps are not an easy one. and this world are getting crazier every day.

but accidentally with a tease, i confess to them this morning between light talks with some of my parents friends. i even show them his picture. and their reaction are remarkably calm. i told anton this afternoon and we felt that another weight in our shoulders had just been lift. another step i had taken and i'm just sooooo sooo fuckin glad.

i guess this is the only anniversary gift i can give to our relationship today. it's maybe one of the nicest:)

and how i love to remember that this time last year, we start ourselves to enter this relation by making love after a long 21 days of separation and worries, with my stitched knee and a bump on my head after a motorcycle accident in that same night, that had just put me in a life and death situation. i'm glad i survived to be right here today.

i love u mom. i love u dad. and of course lastly, i love u, my sayang:)