Choices

Posted by Peach

Kor told me that I always have a choice in the things I do now. But he can’t convince me his point. I am too strongheaded that I am left with no other better choice many a times.If I have a choice, I don’t want a failed marriage. Do I have a choice?

If I have a choice, I don’t want to love. Do I have a choice?

If I have a choice, I don’t want to work. Do I have a choice?

If I have a choice, I want to go travel now. Do I have a choice?

If I have a choice, I want to have my own roof now. Do I have a choice?

If I have a choice, I want to have late nights with no curfew. Do I have a choice?

If I have a choice, can I turn back the clock and remake my decisions?

No choices. So?

Do I have to sit at one corner and cry to death? Or dig my own graveyard (which I already dug one via marriage)?

If I have a choice, can I have someone to just love me?

I don’t yield for sex, for goodness sake. I yield for love. I yield that you miss me, that you want to see me, that you want to hug me, and that you just want to cherish me.

Some woman never ask for love, but love always find them. Some woman yields so much, but it never finds them. And that’s me. Tough luck.

So what’s the choices I have? None.

Period.