Went out for snooker with him again...
The same old person i've known for 13 years, a playmate and friend who's been my loyal companion since childhood.. We shared lots of happiness and memories which built up the unbreakable bond between us..
Though I'm so reluctant to admit it, however, things'd never been the same since the incident... An accident perhaps, though i always prefer to say "the immature behaviour"..
Now a husband and a father, he's stepped into a world which is so different from mine, which i fail to comprehend, not to mention empathise.. He's no longer able to hang out with friends without having to worry about the constant fight between his wife and his mother, to be frustrated by the boring job which awaits him every next day..
Yeah, it's still fun going out with him and sharing time together. Yet, gazing through his eyes i unmistakably see the many things that trouble him relentlessly. Sometimes I just can't help feeling so helpless not being able to share his anxieties. *sigh...
Perhaps, it's the price of growing up, being exposed to the cruel reality of life.. What to do?
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