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Friday, June 19, 2009
Stop dear clock, stop.
nineteen to twenty
twenty to twentyone twenty one to twentytwo.
alive, alive, half-alive, dead.
the second time we spend time together like couples do. no long distance calls, no prefixes. i marvel at the beauty of doing little things with you, little things that normal people readily take for granted. escalator rides. ice kachang. takeaway chicken rice. train rides. cab rides. reading the same book in bed. zoo. bangkok. macau. robertson quay. holding hands in the movies. kissing your left dimple instead of the phone. falling asleep & waking up together. the toothpaste on the toothbrush.
nothing too fancy. the most ordinary things can be made extraordinary, simply by doing them with the right people.
it's almost time for us to say goodbye, again. before the tears take away too much sensibility, i want to tell you that, these must be one of the best 17 days in a long, long time. i cannot say for certain when, or where will i next see you. but till the next time i can cuddle up beside you again, pray take care. stop losing weight, my dear greek-god body.
i'll miss you, my love, my world.
p.s. we really have to get over this photo hiatus thing that we have. i need more of you&me to make us feel real when you are gone.
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