Do you remember how we first met? Ong had arranged a drinking
bash and we ended up facing each other at the table, although I
tried to glance in your direction ever so often I was too shy to
strike up a conversation at first. I was really attracted to you
and yes I did notice your confidence and good looks.
The drinks loosened everything and everybody up and pretty soon we
were talking like old chums. You offered to give me a lift home
because I halfway there, I accepted partly because of the novelty
and flattery of being driven home by a pretty girl like yourself at
the first meeting but mostly because I couldnt tell my left leg
from my right.
Somewhere along the way you gave me your number (I have to confess
I dont know when or how) and on waking up the next day called you
when I realized I had left my new cigarette case somewhere and did
I leave it in your car?
You have to agree that things went on pretty good from there and
although I initially resisted you moving in because I was worried
about you cramping my style, the curtains slowly evolved to some
corny floral pattern you liked and the CD case was increasingly
filled with your soppy love lasts forever love songs.
I guess it all stated unraveling when I had to do that project in
Bhutan, I remember looking forward to hearing your voice everyday
and talking about how much we missed each other and the little
things like what did you have for lunch?. Those mindless
conversations made me miss you so much that my heart would
literally ache. The second week the calls were started to go
unanswered and you were increasingly busy or doing your hair when I
did manage to get you.
You shouldnt have gone there, you must have known that Brandon was
an old school mate and that he would tell me, didnt you? I think
you must have intended to send me a message, but I have to say you
could have done it in a less hurting manner. You didnt have to ask
Brandon to get you a room upstairs and bring those two guys up with
you. Yes I know you have said time and again that we only went up
for a drink because the club was closing but I think that was just
regret talking, wasnt it?
I have never told you this but I read your filofax, I read your
mindless notations on the days you had sex with that guy who worked
in shipping and drove some fancy car and the days when the sex was
good. Reading your scribbled notations was like an arrow through
the heart. My only consolation is that I knew our relantionship
would go wrong for didnt somebody say that love reaps no
interest?
I guess all good things must end but I hope you know that we had
something special and you threw it away like a dirty rag. I
sincerely hope you find happiness and that life treats you good. I
wish you fond memories of the times we shared for they are gone
forever and life brings but little joy.
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