Questions are the in-thing for me today.  I will shower your thoughts with them, i.e.:

What is half-baked moving on? 

Who is the half-baked moved-on person?

How does a half-baked moved-on person look like?

Where do you usually see half-baked moved-on people?

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Before I answer all these questions, I want all of you to know that my heart is gripped with so much anxiety right now as I write this.  It is just me when I remember people who are so dear to me – people who can garner extreme reverence from me.  They deserve no malfeasance from anyone.  They should be living in their fullest forms.  They are like divine soldiers because they are emulators of a heaven’s life.  Just imagine having that kind of life!  When you live with these kinds of people, the world is painted with love, trust, patience, happiness and, in the most extreme, affluence – yes, lots of those.  How you just really wish to run into a person like that.  You surely will like the feeling.  There is an instant high in some moments of your existence because possessing that kind of individual seems to be an opportunity to a flawless life.  You thank the Lord every now and then, telling Him that He is so adorable for gifting you that kind of person to live with.  There is no space for disappointment because that life alone will provide all the positive energies you need.  It’s a jackpot!

But why am I lonely again?  Ah, as much as I remember these dear people, I also remember so many what ifs that may come in their lives.  I greatly wonder if, after all the giving, they still will be pained at.  They deserve no pain or misery.  I don’t like them to sit down and wander one day with blank faces.  I wish them well.  I don’t like to see them projecting okay while deep down I can feel their woes.  They cannot deceive me because they are dear to me; and I surely know them.  The moment they stare at me, I know what is beyond their soul’s window.  Just even their glance will give them away.  They don’t need to utter a word because their body movements are like stars in a darkest night.  I can feel their pain and, believe me, I can offer myself to exchange shoes with them because I love them…dearly.  And I know when they speak.  They don’t even need to mumble because each of their words is like knife to me, ready to mutilate me into pieces.  And, just if they dare to open up, each syllable will roar like thunder for me, quite deafening that it will crush me.  These are the people that you will dare to spend sleepless, risky nights in order to let them know that there is a greater life ahead.  That those days of loneliness are just simple blinks of change – and you like them to be encouraged.  They need to get out of the hole and step up into the phase of true living. 

I am tired now and I am really incapable to give you pleasure from the answers to the questions I started; but, by reading this, you must have known what my answers are.  Tell me when you have the chance.  I am tired but I am thinking to have a coffee nearby a shop and, for sure, this lonely recollection might lead me to a belligerent one.  What about some cocktail drinks? or hard?  The last time I check it is the first day of Songkran, right?

I just need to ask this last question though:

Do you still prefer to move on halfbakedly, given that both of you are dear to me?