Wednesday, January 14, 2009
It was a calm day, slightly hectic with the work that remains sprawled all over my desk. Sighing, I lean back and I wonder how on earth am I able to stay for two years shuffling papers all over my desk.
A familiar ringtone sounds, emitting from my drawer. I expected it to be one of those MacDonald adds they send via SMS nowadays, or some SingTel advertisement. The last person that I expected to receive a SMS from, was you. I held the phone, in disbelief. Why all of a sudden, I asked myself.
Today, on the 14th, as I sat on the bus, I realised in horror;
The day you sent me the SMS was on the 13th.
To another you, if you still read this blog, if you still regard me as a friend, a brother.
Do you remember how last year, you remembered (with my help) that the 13th was OUR anniversary? It's not any good old normal anniversary, it's one that we fought for. I close my eyes, and I remember how your shock turned into a smile. I remember, it was the old bunch of us, the "old teens", hanging around after church. Well it wasn't after church, more like after sermon.
And I had forgotten, until someone had to remind me. I remember how last Wednesday I dreaded the 13th, how the very thought of that day tormented me.
Tears welled up in his eyes, but they never hit the ground.
She's probably forgotten about that day too, like how she has forgotten me, he thinks.
He clenches his fists to stop himself from crying, to numb the thousand daggers that stab away at his heart.
The pain will go away, he assures himself.
All is needed....
... is time.
knock knock; - 9:02 AM;
