Tuesday, September 4

You have a better choice then i do,

You can choose to love or not to love me,

whereas,

I get to only choose to love you or to love you deeper.

You once mentioned, "life isn't fair",

i never did understood that meaning,

now, i post it in my own understanding,

yes, life isn't fair, not at all.

How much must i, should i, do i ought to do.

Can't be love be simpler ?

Why must love be so hard to understand ?

What is love ?

I'm thrown into a maze of you,

Do you remember me telling you that every moment about us i will remember?
Because i treasure this relationship a lot?

How we spend our time after work,
How you brought me to eat prata, Fish heads steamboat, food at chomps,
cartel at chomps, ice creams at swens, butter scotch, bread down my house, oreo frappe.
I've yet to get any excuse to celebrate at Haagen Daze,
Remember the first fondue i made?

Remember it was pouring in the night, and i took an umbrella without hesitation and waited for you outside kumon? I was silly then, i was so worried that you might end work early, and i kept worrying, i was moving quickly and stumbling along the passage way, i had a injured ankle. Then when i reached, i tried to peep into the window curtains to see if you are still there. I saw you through the small gap, i was relief. I know you wont have to be drenched. But i was.

Remember we took a long journey and into the army camp site in a bus ? I enjoyed being a tourist, enjoyed listening to your every word. I was amazed by the place, but i was even more attracted to you.

Remember the first time we went to the zoo? you wanted so badly for the horse carriage, and i wanted that with you too, but then we didn't had the chance.

Remember the first celebration we had? your birthday and our one month anniversary? We had dinner at Indochine and followed by an ice-cream treat at haagen daze. Covering ourselves in the blanket of stars, we enjoyed our ice cream above so many others in a building roof.

Remember the first quarrel we had? it was foolish isn't it. It wasn't about us to start with.

Remember the football jigsaw you wanted us to complete together? You were so stubborn to not follow the numbers printed behind. In the end, we had to mis-piece all and re-do again. It was Mos burger i remembered. I enjoyed myself, and that's why i wanted to give you a jigsaw too. But its never complete. It was never given a chance to complete. Just like us, maybe we did not give this relationship a chance to complete itself.


Remember the first time i wanted to surprise you at kumon? I was a muddlehead back then, i have forgotten how to get there. Finally i reached there, i was happy, excited actually, wanted so badly to see your expression on your face.

Remember when we were working at coffee club? You texted me saying that you had a surprise for me, that suppose to be your off day. But you appeared working. At first i thought my wishes came true, to see you again, i missed you back then. I was thrilled to see you there. See you smile so brightly. Wow...it's really amazing.

Remember how nervous you are when you about to present your entre project? I was too. Felt quite warmth to know that i could share the same feeling with you that moment. Felt so right in heart.

Oh ya, I remembered you coming to my void deck so late in the night, passing me a present and mooncakes Yes i had predicted it, but then i was all so happy to see you again. Seeing you lighting candles, the little girl in you in action, i was drunk seeing.

I remember always trying to pay attention to things that you said you will like, i tried hard to remember. Honey mustard, four leaves, fish soup rice, home fav's, so much and many more. i even tried to remember what your granny likes. Yes i am trying to get into good books with her. Because i'm all so serious about you.

There are so many things i regretted doing, hurting you is the most regretful thing i had done. I'm so sorry. Maybe i should stand in your shoe to think more, but haven't i done that too much? It is contradicting, i am confused.

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