I stood at the MRT station control, waiting for my friend who was late, again. 'He's closer to Yio Chu Kang MRT, and he's later than me. AND it's our first day of school, wtf.' I thought to myself. Watching the streams of multi-coloured uniforms passing me heading for AJC, I wondered if I was going to be late. Then i felt a tug behind me, Lau finally here. We made our way like mad dogs, not wanting to be late on our first day in school. Then she caught my eye, a gal in Cedar uniform, standing by the gate seemingly waiting for someone. I thot to myself, thank God i'm finally out of a boys school. Time to get to know more gals in JC, and smiled to the pretty gal in blue, who probably thot of me as a flirt...
...My luck couldn't be that great, could it? That gal by the gate, is in my OG? If I was going to be so lucky with gals, might as well juz wait for love to find me...
It’s been 3 months, a good 3 months. Life in JC was expectedly full of surprises, just a continuing wave of contradictions. In 3 months I found so many new friends, yet juz when we had got past the hellos, I had to say goodbye. In 3 months I found another life outside of the rat race of top schools, but now was leaving to join back something I loathed. In 3 months I found someone I liked, and now had to leave her before I could love. It was so impossible, seeing her on the 1st day, then having her in my OG, then totally not talking after that. I thot we couldn’t click, that there was no chance. Thank god she had a nephew with my name, it’s funny wad kind of topics can get people talking…
Somehow we kept in contact, something kept us talking. We went out once in a while, for a movie or just a meal. The late night MSN sessions continued, then progressed to calls which went on forever. We talked, or we just kept silent on the phone, content only to know someone else on the other side of the line was ready to listen to anything if we opened our mouths. The relationship lived a paradoxical existence, and seemed it would have to meet its inevitable end, an end which came all too suddenly. I wished her all the best with the guy, let her go. I told her it was alright, what we had wasn't love. I assured her we would still stay as friends. I lied. The calls ended, the outings stopped. Who cut who off? It didn't matter, the result was the same. We, was now you, and I. Alone.
