Long Weekends

I used to love long weekends. They give me a chance to spend more time with my loved ones. Depending on the weather, long weekends would normally lead to out of town trips.

That was before. Not anymore.

You have to be home by 10:30 every night. Your parents would require you to text them about your exact whereabouts every 15 minutes or so. They care for you. I understand. You can't go on out of town trips without telling them months before hand. And even if you tell them, it would still be subject to their approval.

Like what you said, you are at their mercy. Why? Because they pay your tuition fee. They give you your allowance. You basically depend on them for food and shelter.

But you're not a baby. You are almost in your 30's.

Sometimes, I laugh about these things. Only to find myself crying after.

In a desperate attempt to be with you and spend more time with you, I would normally end up bringing you home. The time we spend on the way to your house are precious minutes I just don't want to waste. I'd sleep over at your place. Only because your parents wouldn't allow you to sleep over at mine. I'm sorry that you have to sleep in the living room every single time. You can't sleep in your room if I'm there. I'm sorry. But those are sacrifices we have to make if we want to spend more time together.

But we are not teenagers anymore. In fact, a few more years and I probably won't be able to bear a child without it being considered as a high-risk pregnancy. We are old. At least, I think I am.

You can't sleep over in my apartment last night. You said your parents won't allow you. Even if it's a holiday, they won't understand. And as expected, you hurriedly left at 8:30 just so you won't be late for your 10:30 curfew.

I love you. I really do. But sometimes I wish things are not the same. I wish you could be with me more. Not because your parents approved of it but because you finally decided it's time not to ask for their permission anymore.

I love you just the same.