why wouldn't it work well on me...
Once upon a time, a best friend came to me to share his misery. He always had rows once or twice a day with his spouse. and he said that he couldnt go along with her anymore. I tried to comfort him by letting him pour all of his rants and cries until he had no more else to say
Then i told him to remember the first days of their relationship, the things that would make them smile and laugh together, the memories that made them united.. because from all those years of it i'm sure not all of the memories were that awful. He thanked me and left with smiles and big grins. Weeks later he mailed me his photo embracing his spouse holding a newborn infant, they smiled and looks so happy, and the notes said he thanked me to make him remember the purpose of his relation. That he always do what i said whenever he thought he couldnt go on anymore, and by that he could speak out and discuss the problems with his spouse thoughtfully and not emotionally.
Well, i replied his mail to send my regards to his -now completed- family and congrats for the newborn, and also my wishes for his good fortunes and prosperity.
But when i typed the reply... I realized that my tears flowed. Tears of envy. How could he made it so well, as for me when i tried my own words o couldnt make it.
My path with mine is getting rough and darker than before. All those happy memories ran out and left no trace. Why... woulndt it works well on me....
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