9 Month Later, A Reminder Text Changes Everything
I realized I never did delete a reminder of your birthday. I wish you’re not bitter at me anymore. Be strong and hope you’re already doing your master degree now. Hope your family is ok. Sorry for the wee hour txt. It’s been 9 month since we parted. Hope all is well. Regards, Fez.
I didn’t dare to add, I miss you.
It’s a cruel realization of her memories as I picked Kahlil Gibran book at the book store and the iPod hit Climie Fisher – Love Changes (Everything). Later the text came: Sue’s Birthday, 5th August 1983.
Her favourite book, which she later bought me a hard cover while she’s visiting her grandma at Singapore.
Her favourite song, which became my ringtone whenever she called me when I’m outsation and offshore (when the phone line feels like reaching the fringe of the oil field).
Then the text. The reminder.
It’s just too much.
It’s time to move on but like I said to @Voltairess:
YES! But first, I’ve to rant (write). Not to relive, more to revel. OR suffocate this sudden sobs in the pillow & wait for dawn.
And what do you know.
My last entry in my moleskine is on 27th December 2009 in which I quote her entry on her blog on 16th November 2009:
This is the date which mark something new.
Now I can’t sleep.
And I can’t write (yet).
Despite of all thing — I miss her — my petite literature chic.