Sacrificial

The unsaid reality hurts, no matter how subtle it is; that today is probably the last 'free day' we could spend with each other before we both get shipped off to work like mad machines for the next few months. And life will only get tougher and more testing from now on, wouldn't it? I could really do with some crumpling-into-a-heap-of-wild-crying.

But we did try to make the best out of today, didn't we? Talking about copyright and digital book databases over lunch, picking out different colours and designs of working shirts for you and watching you in that shirt like a proud spouse, having you nap with a gentle snooze and your arms around me while I finished up on my book, scouring every video shop in Suntec and Marina Square for the films we wanted to watch so badly, watching you wolf down that Zinger and cheese fries and Pepsi (who says I deprive him of his carnivorous needs?), having you rub my arm when I got agitated by the bad traffic, and right to the very last moment of kissing you goodbye.

I didn't want to say goodbye. And I wished I never have to do so.

And despite the stupid things I always say to irritate you, you know I'm so helplessly in love with you. Forever and always.



I miss you.