Thursday, December 13, 2007
Its what you do to me.
I love walks home. Solitary, quiet and leisurely walks along the park connector in beautiful weather, with the breeze in my hair, the sun and the shade of the trees. No traffic, no cars, no hustle and bustle of life, and no hurry to go anywhere. Pure Me-time. As always, walks alone gives me time to think.Jodi Picoult's books, no matter how sappy they are, are always thought-provoking. Having just finished one of her books (it was The Pact this time), I was still caught up in Chris and Emily's story, and was mulling over the big L - How does it feel like to love someone like that your whole life? Is it possible to love someone that much? Can I possibly love someone that much? - when inevitably my thoughts turned to "Have I ever loved someone that much?", and BAM from there it was a one-way trip down the memory lane.The first person I thought of was you. Unsurprising, since I was walking down the stretch of park connector I remembered walking with you. A simple act of chasing away those boys. However, it was more than that. It was a moment of truth that shone right through everything else. Perhaps it isn't - no scratch that. I know it isn't, cannot be the same now, Mr Big Guy, but it was the truth then, pure and simple. And for that I thank you.And then my thoughts turned to growly. You know the feeling when there are memories you want to remember? You re-enact the whole moment in your mind, wanting to live through it again, but the happiness sort of falls short of expectations and the whole thing becomes anti climatic, because at the back of your mind you know that somewhere along the lines you had a hand in making the moment come through; you hinted and gave clues, you made things easy. You had expectations.Well I was thinking, remembering my moments with growly. Pure, untainted moments of delight and bliss. The time at the beach when you swung and twirled me round and round you, enclosing us in a circle of love, radius approximately 150cm. When we cha cha-ed and samba-ed and danced silly dances together with the waves. When I fell asleep watching the sun-rise with you. Then there was the time when you cradled me in your arms at the bus stop, tucked my head under your chin and sang Oliver James' Greatest Story Ever Told to me softly. And then there was another time when you came to hall unannounced at nearly midnight, just so that the next day I wouldn't be alone on a relatively early morning train to the airport. I was having cheerleading prac and you didn't know where the dance room was and didn't want to interrupt, so you just sat outside at the bus stop alone in the chilly night, reading a book in the feeble light to pass time, and basically nearly froze your ass off. I didn't know you were coming and I was talking to you on the phone, and I didn't recognise you until you were almost right in front of me, still talking to me on your phone.Moments to cherish. Thank you for giving me your love, Wei. You're just simply splendid.You know, I actually hoped that the park connector wouldn't end, so I could just keep on walking and walking, thinking and remembering. I really love solitary walks.Labels: Life's little quirks, Love, Mr BG, Nostalgia, Reads
stuck in reverse
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