Cryn is a scholar with a bright future ahead, a son who helps with housework and probably a good bf. I don't know his gf well so I won't really comment on the last bit. I teased him today, saying that his future wife will probably have it good. Just ask him to do the housework - he can sweep-magicclean-mop, laundry, iron clothes.
Me...I'm not so sure. If my future husband would be my current bf, then I will probably be slogging away with housework on top of work. Cook, house-cleaning, laundry. His home doesn't have any washing machine, I hope he doesn't expect handwashed laundry. "I'm never going to own a condo", "I don't want to have a car", these are plainly-laid words for me not to expect; these are phrases without a flicker of hope. It doesn't even feel like he's at least going to try to work towards it. No comfort-living and still must forgo my free time away to serve my husband - sounds like an unhappy life.
"Man can't live on Love alone." And even if I can live on love alone, then will there even be time and energy to love with such a pessimistic future?

Someday the blooming flowers will wilt and die..
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what we could have been, 11:08 PM.