I looked at the clock. Its glow-in-the-dark numbers showed a glaring 11.45pm. "Shit! We’ve got school tomorrow!" My voice scratchy from tiredness, "Die man!" I hear your soft laughter on the other end, stifled so that your parents won’t hear. I hear my soft giggle echoing along repressed so that my parents wont come rushing in.
"So," I whispered, grinning madly for no reason, beyond caring, "Why did you choose me?"
I never got to hear your answer. Maybe you managed to avoid it. Or maybe it was because my mind was too sleepy to comprehend. (I found out later that it was because I’m unique, very super duper fun to play with, not so serious and best of all pretty)
But I remembered wondering out loud; about where we stood, what were we together. I remembered agreeing to wait. I remembered agreeing to wait for each other. Two years sweetheart. Two years.
The time was 11.55pm when we made that pact
I remembered my last thoughts before dozing off:
"How long will we last?"
"Will I get heartbroken again?"
"Why am I smiling?"
"Oh gosh, he messed my brains up! I’m smiling for no freaking reason again!"
So now here I am, wondering if we'd last that long. It’s still too early to say, but there will come a day, when we'll snap at each other, when we'll have cold wars with each other. Would we be able to pull through? Would we be able to hang on? Would we be able to give and take? Or would I end up picking up the bits and pieces of my heart again? I guess I’ll never know. Not until 2011.
I’m counting the days down darling. Are you?
picture by : Royston Toh
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