Thank you, my past

Last night S followed me on Instagram and it was the best thing that happened yesterday. Today, the heart continued to feel weird and there were many images in the head. Not that they mattered a lot, but it was just hurtful. I don't know. But still thankful for the long WhatsApp chat with W. I finally shared all that I felt I needed to with her and yes, it was nice to have people who know you. After a simple dinner with Coconut and Starfruit, I tried to remind myself to forget about that disturbing issue. While I walked on that path home, I fished out my S4 and received a text from an unknown overseas number. It read: Thought of you tonight. Hope everything is well for you!

Wrong number, I thought. Because N would have used his Singapore number and R too.

In the end, the sign off was Twinnie.

I could not be more pleasantly surprised. Last night was S and today, her. It felt like the past was returning, but in a good way. We had a casual chat. A genuinely sincere one. A thankful one.

She is one of those people I want to love again. And for the longest time I wondered if it had been a one-sided approach. Apparently it is not. So the past isn't that terrible after all. Perhaps we really need to move ahead far enough to not be afraid of the past. Familiarity breeds contempt, they say. The irony here is that the past that was once so familiar has now become vague. May all the unhappy past be the same.