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Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Because he is leaving on a jet plane.
The Day of Departure.The train ride to T3 was a miserable experience. Thank god with Mark around, I managed to divert all my attention to the topic at hand. We were early, we decided to have a quick bite. A bite where i was merely going through the motion. Whatmore, he texted that he was still on his way. I rehearsed in my mind, a mental image of how the goodbye was to be. It musnt be sappy and i dont want to be tearing like Niagra falls and obviously, not in front of his family. 7:15pm there he was in line with the rest of his family members. It wasnt so hard to spot, that t-shirt, that pants, that two bags and whatmore those familiar features on his face which can be distinguished from afar. 8:15pm there stood the two of us; Mark and I bid our goodbyes'. A warm hug from him that I'd yearn for and a peck on my lips that I'd miss for two whole weeks. No, i didnt cry. I'm glad I didnt, I dont want him to have that last image of me looking sad; I didnt want to make it any harder for him when all along he had been reluctant. I accompanied Mark to Tampines as he needs to get some clothes for Shaw's Christmas Party on Friday. He got what he wanted to wear for that occasion. I decided to went back thereafter as it was going to be a long day for me the following day. Nonetheless, as he walks me to the Interchange; he asked me this "How are you feeling? Have it all sink in yet?" That strucked me real hard. The fact that he has been part of me; comprising the majority of my routine especially in school nowadays when is so hectic. My heart ached at the thought of it that he is not going to be physically there at the crucial time. Don't get me wrong, I dont blame him for that. Purely just bad timing. Day One. I didnt manage to sleep well; I kept waking up and look at the time. The first thing I look forward for was to open the envelope dated: 15-12-10. It was a note from you. The note that activates my eyes to well-up. Journey to school was awkward as I know i wont be seeing you at the exact same spot and walk to school together. FYP. FYP. FYP. 10:24 AM (Singapore), 3:24PM (New Zealand): A text message which contains 12 numbers, yeay he texted. At least, I know his family and him landed safely. "..I really miss you lehhh!..a lot of times i thought i smelled you, but its not." That wasnt an understatement. I miss him tons too. Behbeh, this is an avenue for you and for me. (I would come back to this space when i needed to and if i have the time too. As fast as good things comes to me; there it goes away temporarily. Cest La Vie. For what's to come, it makes me more x2 appreciative of what i have.Please make me strong)
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