there was once a friend's dad who praised her for being capable. and i wondered is it true. i wonder many nights if this capability is indeed that, or was i biased in viewing it as an unhealthy trait that made her so obsessed.

i was prepared for something like this to happen, but i didn't expect it to really happen. today was not really as disappointing as that day she stood us up, and then said thanks. so i wondered a slew of thoughts.

wonder if she knew what was passing by before her eyes, the feelings of those around her.
wonder if she knew that a young woman growing up, no longer aspired to be like her.

wonder if she knows that love is more important than work. that there are always people at home waiting, and lately, getting repeatedly disappointed.
wonder if she knows that her words no longer carry any weight, not to me.