Sunday, May 27, 2007

Journey

Yesterday was a peaceful day.

Château Marquis de Terme, Gnarly Head Zin, Pork Ribs and Corona aside, yesterday was still a peaceful day.

I treaded that usual path we always walked on, but alone this time. I could literally feel those nimble fingers of yours in mine, smell your subtle scent, hear those high-frequency footsteps providing the backdrop for our conversations that seem so trivial, but had actually been imprinted deep inside my heart.

To think I used to think finding my way around was a matter of possessing an acute 'sense of direction'. This time, I felt that I was merely instinctively finding my way to you. I smiled, yes I smiled so much as I recalled with great vivacity the small talks we had.

The bimbo/blonde bimbo moments that last forever, police post, the Scott joke, the cockroaches, the orange lights, the cat food, the evil-looking cat and finally the staircase leading to your door.

It was there and then I realised how much times we spent together were memorable to the very last detail, so much so that you don't even realise it's hiding at that particular corner of your memory bank.

But it was also there and then that I realised how I don't just crave and hunger for these nice moments with you.

Because it was there and then that I realised how, Château Marquis de Terme, Gnarly Head Zin, Pork Ribs and Corona aside but the tear-tinged Fish & Co experience included, yesterday was still a peaceful day.

Simply because truth to be told, I find myself helplessly not only willing, but also wanting to spend every moment, good or bad with you.

There has never been a better feeling when you find yourself at ease with your loved one whether you're with her or not.

Peace out.

posted@10:07 AM

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