Unsaid

I woke up bawling.
It's been so long since I've ever cried like this.
I think the last time I did was in Hope church.
I sprained my ankle yesterday from vertigo, so somehow my dream world registered that I had a sprained ankle too.
So I was in the hospital with my mum and another friend.
I was lying on the hospital bed, telling my friend that actually the sprained ankle is okay and that the other time when I broke my leg was worse.
Then this one liner thought from my dream made me cry like a baby till I woke up.
I was telling my friend 'my mum had always been there for me'
It hit me so hard to the point where I was thrown back to the last night in Hampi when I was drunk and cried about how unfilial of a son I am.
Honestly, I was crying a little louder in the hope that my mum or dad was in the kitchen and that they would come in and asked me what happened.
That would be the most emotional and appropriate time in my life to tell them exactly how much they meant to me.
Because of adulting, this crying session woke me up and reminded myself that life is not all about the money, but the people around you.
And when I understood the situation that I was crying alone in my room, the metaphor of me being so lonely these while kicked in really hard.
I've been holding on and sucking in everything that life gave me.
I never felt like I had an outlet until just a few moments ago.
The title of this post is 'unsaid'.
The third thing I think about is how I felt like this whole morning incident could be written into a story.
About unsaid words and regrets.
Guess I'm going back to sleep.
Unsaid. Maybe a new story to write about.