There again I was contemplating if I should call The Boy or at least sent him a short message.
I could not get myself to do it. The last time I tried, I got a “Anything? I am busy” reply from him and that feeling totally sucks.
I was at Hannah Tan’s concert at The Garden’s ballroom. Alone.
I brought a gift, a gift that I thought would make some boy happy. I registered myself, and pass the staff my gift and proceed to the ballroom where Hannah Tan was going to sing.
It was THE song, the song that made me almost shed my tears; the song from the local group, Innuendo.
Driving home, with my thoughts stuck in my head, more tears starting to flow uncontrollably.
I last saw The Boy sometime in August in a club somewhere in Kuala Lumpur. I think the person that I saw that was with him is his boy friend, but I wasn’t too sure.
Till today, I don’t know why, but I still think of him all the time. Perhaps I still miss him, but something I really do not want to.
I tried to keep myself from messaging him, I tried to not think of him, but every time I do, I failed miserably.
Perhaps I will never forget him. Perhaps every year, I will go back to this state of uncertainty, perhaps …
They say, true love are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget.
Happy birthday, my boy.