no love

Mr. SYX texted at 5pm when I was about to leave my comfy spot at Starbucks, and asked to meet for dinner an hour later, as if we both lived in the central of Singapore when in actual fact I was in the west and he, north. I gladly obliged, though. Because he is one of those people I would still see even when I'm trying to fade away from the whole world. We had an almost tacit consensus to dine at Concorde's foodcourt. I decided he would be my new mutant friend who also masters the art of telepathy. I had been longing for the Korean foodthere for the longest time since its renovation but guess what? I only finished half my food today. Clearly, I need a little more time. SYX, for once, commented that I seemed to have lost weight. That was so worth whipping out a tissue paper please. I have always thought that when a close friend who knows you're going through a painful phase tells you that you have slimmed down, it is a very sweet thing. Because they bother to look into your welfare. Well, SYX, of course, very predictably added a corresponding line, "But I believe you will gain it back soon."

I hated some things I saw. The envelope and writing pad in Daiso. They mercilessly brought up some fragments which I thought I had pushed to the back of my head. I hated the small junction where the traffic lights always take ages to switch to green light but there are hardly any vehicles driving past. That junction makes people hesitate too much. For some, it makes people drift.

B2 texted. He promised to spend more time with me the next few weeks. Even if he's not going to, that was still sweet. And he's right, this chapter should have been properly closed. There's no need to continue at all. I'm just grateful, I have had a few hands to hold while I slowly walk out of this. Simple Plan's No Love played in my mp3 when I was nearing home. It's an apt song.