I guess I should stop looking out for you, like I always do. When will you start looking out for me too instead of leaving me staring at my shoes? (Joy Again, Looking out for you)
i don't know how to distinguish love and i don't know what a friend is. seriously. what is it? i only know how to love like a mother. waiting for you to say my name for the first time taking pictures of your first steps kissing your knees after your first fall on a bicycle. an indescribable and unique love that suddenly defines me: i only know how to love like a mother loves. yet i'm childless and you're all grown up. will you still love me when i burn the dinner in the oven after a long day of work? because i swear i will still love you even if you don't tell me about your first kisses out of shame even if you sneak away from my house at midnight and don't share a beer with me but with your first girlfriend (whom i'll be jealous of). i don't know how to love like a friend loves a friend. it echoes and weighs me down: i won't ever stop loving you and i will be stuck as a mum for the rest of my life. i will cry at night when you can't see me because i can't bear the burden of life passing by of my own solitude of the thought of you never loving me back like i do love you. and that's ok. and you will be ok. because i hope to be a good mother (and maybe a good friend).
