I took that much needed trip to Bishan this morning. Loaded myself with mp4 player, this month’s Maxim and The New Paper as I try to kick the cab habit out of me once again. Train rides ain’t too bad. Just lose yourself into a book and hey! presto you’re there!
I knew you were so close. If you were home that is. I recall our little trip to Bishan one afternoon after my tournament. I think I either lost my game or didn’t get to play cos the rest of Siglap lost. Didn’t matter cos you were there to pick me up- in more ways than one.
My hands fidgeted with my phone. I wondered if it was wise of me to call. If you’d answer my call or let it ring itself into silence. Guess that wonderment wouldn’t be answered as I decided.
I am not angry with you. I never cld stay angry even if I tried. Still doesn’t take away what you once stood for. I get this feeling that you’re doing good. And school is starting, no? Gambatte ne, may your dreams be fulfilled as I just watch on from afar. Our chapter has ended but your life still goes on with the excitement of adult life beckoning.
I, too, wish you happy always. Always.