A hint of unhappiness

December 2002

Although we said our goodbyes happily enough, our earlier exchange meant that neither of us felt entirely comfortable.

'Honey, I love you'
'I love you too' I replied, but in a tone of voice that was meant to imply that all was not as it should be.
'Bye honey'

It was the first time we'd ended a conversation with any hint of unhappiness between us.

The next day, I received a lengthy email.

'Honey, I didn't sleep well last night, I have a little bit headache today... Honey, please don't worry what sister says, she is just trying to look after me only. Remember, she always treats me like another daughter. It is logical that she ask these questions. She just want to make sure I don't get hurt by someone.

But honey, you know, I make my own decision, and I decide to be with you already. Honey, I know you are good, sincere and honest guy, I have no doubt. I just told you what they say only. I told them, you are a good guy and my mother said so too. Honey, I totally trust you. You are the one for me.

Honey, I don't want to lose you'

There were several paragraphs more than this of a similar vain. She'd gone to a lot of effort, as she didn't find it easy to write in English.

It was early in the morning, so she would still be at work, so I sent a quick reply:

'Babe, I hope headache is gone. Why not sleep early tonight, and catch up your sleep. I will call you tomorrow.'

She replied 'No honey, I think I need to hear your voice'