Maybe I am healing a bit. Maybe I am not. Everywhere I go, I see couples holding hands, sharing kisses and getting intimate. I feel happy for them. Smiling and secretly wishing the girl to hold on to what she has right now and not be so stupid like me to blow them away because of the reasons. Seeing their happy faces and secret smiles for each other, I think back to just last week when we were still together, the smiles on our faces, the stupid laughing we did on the cab to that fateful event, the way we irritated the uncle with the giggling and the stupid lame jokes. Bittersweet memories.. I would never exchange these memories for anything else in the world. Nothing at all.
I think the students in JC have it good. Especially how their world seem to be centred around the guy/girl they see everyday. Were we like that then? Were we always happy and having nothing to worry about? I guess not… We were too caught up in what will be… like whether where we will stay, how about his studies, if we will have time in the future, etc.. Only last month when we almost broke, did I realise the importance of today – the present. I started then, to change all that I could. But I was moving too slowly for the change to take effect. But even so, I guess it was already too late to amend the damage done.
I envy him actually, to be able to stay at home and sleep in till very late, to make the days even shorter such that he does not need to think. To be always in camp that only when he bookout then he can see such scenes. Envy him with such a wonderful sister and mum, that no matter what will support him, not to forget his friends as well.
I so wish we can turn back time.. But as life, if anything, is nothing short of regrets and lessons, I must walk on till our paths converge at a point we can meet and talk over a cuppa tea as he said..