Friday, August 26, 2011

Mismatched

Most couples spend their last few precious moments treasuring and enjoying each other's company. But we don't. We spend the last few precious moments snapping at each other. Gone is his politeness while conversing with me and gone is my patience to him taking over my room, snappish attitude and unpunctuality. 

A friend has once quoted that perhaps it was merely infatuation rather than love. At that moment, I half agreed with her. But never did it occur to me that it will turn into, getting onto each others' nerves.