It's New Year's.. only 10 or so more days until I meet him again. I know his brilliant smile will hang across his face and we will be in shopping malls for hours, hands heavy with happiness. Ten days until we get to eat what we want and talk about what we want. Partying into the night and shopping away the days.
It's almost Tet, only 3 more days until I see them again. The friends that I have known since I didn't even know myself. How are they now? After many seasons of love, life and career? I can't wait to feel like I'm 15 again, but more freedom, more hope. Nostalgia keeps me strong.
It's May.. only a few more days until my last day at my job, and 5 more days until I see her again. It's been 7 years. Too long to believe, yet too short to feel. How does she look like now, away from the Singaporean sun? How does she look now, the weight of philosophy on her shoulders? Her cheeks rosy with the touch of love. We both have changed so much, but also so little.
It's after Thanksgiving, 14 days until I see her in NYC. Who knew 8 years ago that we'd meet so far away from where we started. I remember the late night movies, the childish arguments, the conversations about family and school... It's a chapter of my life I'm re-visiting, in a new place.
It's autumn, and I don't know how many days until I see him again. I don't know how long it's been since we held each other in the cold, kissing, or many days it's been since we held hands, hearts swelling with love. I can count the days, but I can't feel the time. How does one go one with so much uncertainty, but so much hope. It's going to be many hard days until I feel complete again.
It's almost Tet, only 3 more days until I see them again. The friends that I have known since I didn't even know myself. How are they now? After many seasons of love, life and career? I can't wait to feel like I'm 15 again, but more freedom, more hope. Nostalgia keeps me strong.
It's May.. only a few more days until my last day at my job, and 5 more days until I see her again. It's been 7 years. Too long to believe, yet too short to feel. How does she look like now, away from the Singaporean sun? How does she look now, the weight of philosophy on her shoulders? Her cheeks rosy with the touch of love. We both have changed so much, but also so little.
It's after Thanksgiving, 14 days until I see her in NYC. Who knew 8 years ago that we'd meet so far away from where we started. I remember the late night movies, the childish arguments, the conversations about family and school... It's a chapter of my life I'm re-visiting, in a new place.
It's autumn, and I don't know how many days until I see him again. I don't know how long it's been since we held each other in the cold, kissing, or many days it's been since we held hands, hearts swelling with love. I can count the days, but I can't feel the time. How does one go one with so much uncertainty, but so much hope. It's going to be many hard days until I feel complete again.
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