We didn't start off on a good note and I reckon we dislike each other from the beginning. Yet we ended up being friends, peppered with meaningless arguments over who's giving and receiving more in the friendship.
We had a big fight over a guy, which almost ended up physical. Then there was the huge fight when I decided to end everything.
"I hope I will have nothing to do with you in future. If we should have any contact, let it be only for professional reason, and nothing personal. You'll go your way and I'll go mine. I hope we'll never cross path ever again. Good luck and take care."
That was what I said to her while holding back my tears, trying to appear as if I don't care, when she was crying over the other end.
As Life has a way of taunting us, we ended up in the same school again. It was difficult trying to pretend that I don't see her whenever we happen to walk down the same corridor. It was difficult trying to interact with her as if I don't know her. Yet I did all that, trying to prove how tough I can be, and how heartless I am.
It was an intense and immense internal struggle we were both going through, yet we thought that the other party was having it easy.
Then one party took the first step and reached out, crumbling the entire wall we've built to keep each other out. Till this day, we've become even closer and stronger, without ever looking back or regretting the reconciliation.
She is the one I can't bear to leave when I was about to board the plane for Perth, hearing her cry while I stifled my tears so that my mum won't get worried. She is the one I wondered how things are and if she's doing well. She is the one I missed and wants to be there for. She is the one who embraced my return, accepting and marvelling at my changes, be it for the better or worst.
She is still the one I can't bear to leave this time around. She is one of the reasons why I want to stay.
That day on the train ride back, I was happy to just watch her laugh and cuss while playing with my brother's PSP. Though she's donned in a fabulous dress and high heels, spotting a label bag and fine gadgets, the real her is the one playing the game.
At that moment, she doesn't care about being "unglam". She's having fun and being herself.
That's all that matters.
Our differences get wider with every passing days, as we grow and mature into our own individual. Yet it is these differences that hold us together, because we respect and treasure each other, learning and accepting the differences which make us beautiful the way we are.
I love this girl and I'm glad our path crossed.
There is no doubt I'm fearful of the possible changes between us with the onset of my departure, with a distance that will be even greater than before, with a duration even longer than before.
She is such a wonderful soul that sometimes I get selfish and wants her all to myself. But putting everything aside, she is the girl.
The babe in my life.
May she be blessed with all the happiness in the world.
We had a big fight over a guy, which almost ended up physical. Then there was the huge fight when I decided to end everything.
"I hope I will have nothing to do with you in future. If we should have any contact, let it be only for professional reason, and nothing personal. You'll go your way and I'll go mine. I hope we'll never cross path ever again. Good luck and take care."
That was what I said to her while holding back my tears, trying to appear as if I don't care, when she was crying over the other end.
As Life has a way of taunting us, we ended up in the same school again. It was difficult trying to pretend that I don't see her whenever we happen to walk down the same corridor. It was difficult trying to interact with her as if I don't know her. Yet I did all that, trying to prove how tough I can be, and how heartless I am.
It was an intense and immense internal struggle we were both going through, yet we thought that the other party was having it easy.
Then one party took the first step and reached out, crumbling the entire wall we've built to keep each other out. Till this day, we've become even closer and stronger, without ever looking back or regretting the reconciliation.
She is the one I can't bear to leave when I was about to board the plane for Perth, hearing her cry while I stifled my tears so that my mum won't get worried. She is the one I wondered how things are and if she's doing well. She is the one I missed and wants to be there for. She is the one who embraced my return, accepting and marvelling at my changes, be it for the better or worst.
She is still the one I can't bear to leave this time around. She is one of the reasons why I want to stay.
That day on the train ride back, I was happy to just watch her laugh and cuss while playing with my brother's PSP. Though she's donned in a fabulous dress and high heels, spotting a label bag and fine gadgets, the real her is the one playing the game.
At that moment, she doesn't care about being "unglam". She's having fun and being herself.
That's all that matters.
Our differences get wider with every passing days, as we grow and mature into our own individual. Yet it is these differences that hold us together, because we respect and treasure each other, learning and accepting the differences which make us beautiful the way we are.
I love this girl and I'm glad our path crossed.
There is no doubt I'm fearful of the possible changes between us with the onset of my departure, with a distance that will be even greater than before, with a duration even longer than before.
She is such a wonderful soul that sometimes I get selfish and wants her all to myself. But putting everything aside, she is the girl.
The babe in my life.
May she be blessed with all the happiness in the world.
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