Sunday, November 7, 2010

Untitled

Then there were the in-between friends. You know them, the friends I made in the time between our separation and eventual reunion. I was pretty sad then and you could see that in the friends I made. Carefree, wild ones, party animals who only cared about where the next party was. I wouldn't say I was like them. Sure I went to the parties, I did many stupid things, even hooked up with a few forgettable faces, but deep down inside I was always the same person. The same sad lonely person who missed you in a room full of people, the same lost soul who cried for you every night and never forgot you even during all those years. But I never had hope, I always thought you and I were a closed chapter, a forgotten time in the history of our short lives. I mourned for us, for our lost love, for what I thought could be a great thing. But all we did was fade away. Until the memory of your face becomes hazy, until I could no longer remember your voice, until I forgot how your hands felt on mine.

I was fine. I went on with my life, made peace with myself and tried to bring some order to the chaos I had created. I was happy, life was good, and there were days when I didn't think of you. I dropped my in-between friends, severed connections with all our common friends, threw away all your things and listened to our songs without crying. In fact, I sang along.

And one fine day, you came back into my life. You just walked in and said hello and talked about the weather and decided to be my friend. No apologies, no explanations. You returned with your beautiful smile and mesmerising eyes and suddenly all the memories that I had locked away came loose. For a moment I was unable to speak, I just stared at you, but you didn't notice that, did you? You looked at my playlist and laughed at some of the songs, added your own songs telling me they were beautiful and how had I lived this long without listening to them? You acted as if you see me everyday, as if the last three years never happened and it was yesterday since we last met. You borrowed my books without asking; you know very well I never lend my books to anyone. You knew you were the exception. You didn't have to say anything, and I knew better than to say anything. You left, and we both know you would be back.

13 comments:

  1. Come on,Aduh, think of a title to your post, or I'll put some corny ones myself, like:
    Goodbye-Hello. or Union Reunion or Lost and Found .

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  2. daniel - I was listening to some sad songs and suddenly I got the idea for this post, but was at a loss for the title hence it became Untitled. Still couldn't think of an appropriate title.

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  3. I think when he came back three years later and looked at your winamp playlist, some of your illegally downloaded mp3s from limewire didn't have proper titles, hence the title "Untitled" :D

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  4. One cannot really express the anguish one feels when one losses love, but if it comes back, I don't think I'd pick up the broken pieces and join them together like you did! lolz!

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  5. illusionaire - And all my books were pirated paperbacks, so he pulled down as many as he could and as he was leaving he said "You can buy them again" :P

    Maisek - Yes, you may glue back the pieces together but it can never be the same as when it was one whole piece.

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  6. Who ever said it's better to have loved and lost etc? Methinks ignorance is bliss. And if I've 'lost' it, I'd wish they'd remain lost and never darken my doorway again :P

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  7. diary - It can go both ways. If you have loved and lost you would be forever saying "If only I had never loved then I wouldn't have suffered so much," but if you had never loved then you would be forever wondering how it feels like.

    HV- ti lawmawm e.

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  8. Lost and Found chua fuh ber hmel a title a tan chuan. :-P ~~~Wink Wink~~~ @ daniel :-P

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  9. What's this, Aduh - waxing romantic? How people change! I had expected you to stay the brainy, witty, no-nonsense gal i admired so much. Of course, your writing skill is going from strength to strength.

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  10. Alejendro - Mi title thlan sa ring lo in a dang te rawn thawh ve la mawle...

    mesjay - Please let me wax romantic once in a while. But no I haven't changed a bit, I'm just showing you the other side of me.

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  11. I read this in hospital and was dying to leave a comment but for some reason I couldn't comment on blogposts via GPRS. Anyway my first reaction to this was - hey, keeping in mind the new msdotcom connect, are we having a revival of the trivia romance of MIRC days of yore? :D

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  12. Ahhh Jay, must be your imagination going wild. That ship has sailed. 'Twas shipwrecked somewhere in the Arabian Sea, and everyone on board perished.

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