Kiss Goodbye (Final)
No, we didn't kiss goodbye at the front gate of my house.
Every inch of my body is gold, okay?! Duh~
Like you, I do feel a slight tint of guilt for nipping a supposedly wonderful relationship in the bud. But, I have no regrets.
We are still buddies. We chat with each other almost every friggin' day. Sometimes in person, sometimes via Skype. It all depends on which part of the globe he's in at that moment.
We talk about everything under the sun. From work-related discussion to gibberish like, "Wei, today I eat full got nothing to do. And I have started to wonder if my table in the KL office has sprouted with mushrooms or not. Can go and check for me ah?"
And most of the time, if I'm not too busy, I'll counter his silly question with the same kind of nonsense, "Mushrooms?! I thought it's a mini-rainforest tim!!! Wakakaka. Miss me jau said u miss me laa, need to go one big round to send the message across or not?! LOL."
"U ah? Miss geh especially when I see shit that time. Muahahahaha." is his usual reply. He can be quite gross at times.
Abuthen, I guess I am a very selfish person. I like this kind of pure and platonic friendship which grows and builds up slowly with a steady momentum. I don't like to jump into anything hastily. I like to observe and then decide. Lust and Love are two different entities which is separated by one thin line only. And I use my brain, and not brawn, to find out the answer. *winks*
There is a saying goes, let natural takes its course. Another word, if it's yours, it's yours. If we are meant to be together, we'll be together. There is no point to sigh over the what-ifs and what-nots. I'm contented with what I have and don't have. I'm comfortable with where I am right now. I rejoice at the freedom of Singlehood that no money can buy.
Because...
I don't have to compromise with anyone. I don't have to obey to anyone. I don't have to pretend that I like or don't like anyone. I don't have to serve anyone. I don't have to please anyone. I don't have to report to anyone.
(I only report to my boss. Well, that's totally beside the point.)
You see, the fact is that there are so many DesmondSss out there! One more is not more, one less is not less.
But...
This Desmond will forever have a special place in my heart. :)
The End.
Well, ahem, this is not really The End. We are still alive and our story is still being written everyday and everywhere. In an invisible diary. Of course. And how it'll end, I really don't know. *winks*
Ed note:
Please refrain yourself from asking me stuff about Desmond in real life because:
1) The guy standing next to me might be him. Or he might not be. The point is that I don't want ANYONE to get jealous over Desmond. And it can get quite embarrassing for everyone. I hope you understand.
2) His real name is not Desmond. Cheers.
Every inch of my body is gold, okay?! Duh~
Like you, I do feel a slight tint of guilt for nipping a supposedly wonderful relationship in the bud. But, I have no regrets.
We are still buddies. We chat with each other almost every friggin' day. Sometimes in person, sometimes via Skype. It all depends on which part of the globe he's in at that moment.
We talk about everything under the sun. From work-related discussion to gibberish like, "Wei, today I eat full got nothing to do. And I have started to wonder if my table in the KL office has sprouted with mushrooms or not. Can go and check for me ah?"
And most of the time, if I'm not too busy, I'll counter his silly question with the same kind of nonsense, "Mushrooms?! I thought it's a mini-rainforest tim!!! Wakakaka. Miss me jau said u miss me laa, need to go one big round to send the message across or not?! LOL."
"U ah? Miss geh especially when I see shit that time. Muahahahaha." is his usual reply. He can be quite gross at times.
Abuthen, I guess I am a very selfish person. I like this kind of pure and platonic friendship which grows and builds up slowly with a steady momentum. I don't like to jump into anything hastily. I like to observe and then decide. Lust and Love are two different entities which is separated by one thin line only. And I use my brain, and not brawn, to find out the answer. *winks*
There is a saying goes, let natural takes its course. Another word, if it's yours, it's yours. If we are meant to be together, we'll be together. There is no point to sigh over the what-ifs and what-nots. I'm contented with what I have and don't have. I'm comfortable with where I am right now. I rejoice at the freedom of Singlehood that no money can buy.
Because...
I don't have to compromise with anyone. I don't have to obey to anyone. I don't have to pretend that I like or don't like anyone. I don't have to serve anyone. I don't have to please anyone. I don't have to report to anyone.
(I only report to my boss. Well, that's totally beside the point.)
You see, the fact is that there are so many DesmondSss out there! One more is not more, one less is not less.
But...
This Desmond will forever have a special place in my heart. :)
The End.
Well, ahem, this is not really The End. We are still alive and our story is still being written everyday and everywhere. In an invisible diary. Of course. And how it'll end, I really don't know. *winks*
Ed note:
Please refrain yourself from asking me stuff about Desmond in real life because:
1) The guy standing next to me might be him. Or he might not be. The point is that I don't want ANYONE to get jealous over Desmond. And it can get quite embarrassing for everyone. I hope you understand.
2) His real name is not Desmond. Cheers.
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