Dear Mr. Yeo
I had a rare tea break with the dearest youngest sister yesterday and we talked a lot about it. A portion of me heaved a big sigh of relief when she shared her thoughts. I guess I needed her to let me feel less evil. I got myself a soyed hojicha latte and it was terrible. Terribly sweet. Now I am more certain I should always stick to my soyed green tea latte.
Shimu treated me to a feast. We talked quite a bit about you. And how you and her got married. To be honest, when Shimu asked me for dinner two weeks ago, I was a little apprehensive because I was afraid she was going to tell me what everyone else has been telling me to do. But she didn't, at all. She listened to me very attentively and I was so worried I would bore her. She shared with me your principles, your way of life, all of which gave me strength. Sometimes I wonder what you would tell me if I had a chance to tell you all these. But anyway, I am really appreciative of Shimu's goodwill because sometimes I jink I don't deserve to be treated so nicely.
I haven't been more needy actually. And the clique has given me a lot of support and comfort these days. That is to me, very essential. It's as if I'm the one injected with morphine now. Because when I decided to run away from it last week, they readily gave me their word to keep me company yesterday. We talked until 3am I think. It occurred to me that we used to do really childish things during sleepovers last time. But we don't anymore. It was pretty much just talking and very importantly yet insignificantly, enjoying one another's presence. I don't know about them. But I guess during a period like now, that worked for me. And it really warmed my heart when we woke up really early to have breakfast together. I don't remember the last time we did that. And the big bag of comfort food, of course. It would probably help curb some pain.
The past couple of days were slightly better. I know this isn't going to last. I only hope things don't get too bad that I have to gasp for air all the time. Because I am about to step into the working world and I need a lot of strength to pull through. The thought of last December was horrible. I really don't want to go through that again.
Thank you, for having been a pillar of strength.
GL
I had a rare tea break with the dearest youngest sister yesterday and we talked a lot about it. A portion of me heaved a big sigh of relief when she shared her thoughts. I guess I needed her to let me feel less evil. I got myself a soyed hojicha latte and it was terrible. Terribly sweet. Now I am more certain I should always stick to my soyed green tea latte.
Shimu treated me to a feast. We talked quite a bit about you. And how you and her got married. To be honest, when Shimu asked me for dinner two weeks ago, I was a little apprehensive because I was afraid she was going to tell me what everyone else has been telling me to do. But she didn't, at all. She listened to me very attentively and I was so worried I would bore her. She shared with me your principles, your way of life, all of which gave me strength. Sometimes I wonder what you would tell me if I had a chance to tell you all these. But anyway, I am really appreciative of Shimu's goodwill because sometimes I jink I don't deserve to be treated so nicely.
I haven't been more needy actually. And the clique has given me a lot of support and comfort these days. That is to me, very essential. It's as if I'm the one injected with morphine now. Because when I decided to run away from it last week, they readily gave me their word to keep me company yesterday. We talked until 3am I think. It occurred to me that we used to do really childish things during sleepovers last time. But we don't anymore. It was pretty much just talking and very importantly yet insignificantly, enjoying one another's presence. I don't know about them. But I guess during a period like now, that worked for me. And it really warmed my heart when we woke up really early to have breakfast together. I don't remember the last time we did that. And the big bag of comfort food, of course. It would probably help curb some pain.
The past couple of days were slightly better. I know this isn't going to last. I only hope things don't get too bad that I have to gasp for air all the time. Because I am about to step into the working world and I need a lot of strength to pull through. The thought of last December was horrible. I really don't want to go through that again.
Thank you, for having been a pillar of strength.
GL
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