Anniversary

This 30th June would be my one year away from home. Seemed like it was just yesterday. My mind brought me back to the airport. It was a heavy feeling. I didn’t really want to go but I felt I need to. Not just for my family….but also for myself. Call me crazy…but I’ve got this strange, romantic and silly ideas running on my head that time (I may be watching too many Julia Roberts' movies!). I was just waiting for you to stop me from leaving and then finally ask me to have a life together. Oh my! I never learned my lesson. Last time, when you gave me that ring thought that would have been my long awaited proposal But….sad… it didn’t happen, the way I had expected it to be. I knew then that it would have been the last hug…the last kiss… and the last time we’ll be seeing each other. Perhaps you don’t love me that much. or I maybe wrong. I am no good judge of your own feelings. But what I do know was how you had made me feel on that night. I was the one who was leaving then but it felt I was the one being left out and abandoned.

On board the plane to this foreign land, I knew not what to expect. I was trying to find answers behind those rows of lights that I can see from a far when the plane landed….Ah! Bangkok! The battle had begun. I was so unprepared. I didn’t know then how to cope up. All I can do is just cry myself to sleep. Been like that for a long time, until my tears had run dry and my eyes can cry no more. I need to forget you…. and let go of this love….why?…to keep me sane!

Now, I’d started to get a feel of life….my very own life…my own world. It may be a bit too late to start anew. But what could have been better than to get yourself back and loving it!