it's been so long.
most days, i go by without thinking, without remembering
at times, a mere scent, a thought, a sudden memory, can leave me grappling with the pain of all that raw emotion.
i still read the letters. i still remember. i still play with D & G everyday. and i have not forgotten S, G, H, G, F. i wonder how MT and LT are doing.
but memories are slowly fading away. when i think about YaM, the same familiar scenes go through my mind. there is one that always appears and lingers. the thunderstorms. i remember being jerked awake by the crash of thunder in the middle of the night, lying there watching the flashes, listening to the pitter patter of the rain and feeling the wonderful peace of being warm, snug and comfortable under the covers.
strangely enough, i have not been woken up by a single thunderstorm since moving out of hall. i miss listening to the rain at night. but just as well that the thunderstorms were confined to the period of time in NUS. some stages in life are never meant to be revisited. and i don't know how it'll feel like listening to the thunder and rain without you beside.
candice
danette
danielle
diana
fang
hanshuo
james
jieyun
joanne
mavis
melissa
ru
shan
sharon
sylvia
xiuling
xiuying
it's been so long.
most days, i go by without thinking, without remembering
at times, a mere scent, a thought, a sudden memory, can leave me grappling with the pain of all that raw emotion.
i still read the letters. i still remember. i still play with D & G everyday. and i have not forgotten S, G, H, G, F. i wonder how MT and LT are doing.
but memories are slowly fading away. when i think about YaM, the same familiar scenes go through my mind. there is one that always appears and lingers. the thunderstorms. i remember being jerked awake by the crash of thunder in the middle of the night, lying there watching the flashes, listening to the pitter patter of the rain and feeling the wonderful peace of being warm, snug and comfortable under the covers.
strangely enough, i have not been woken up by a single thunderstorm since moving out of hall. i miss listening to the rain at night. but just as well that the thunderstorms were confined to the period of time in NUS. some stages in life are never meant to be revisited. and i don't know how it'll feel like listening to the thunder and rain without you beside.