Smiling to herself as she sat at the table waiting for him to bring back the drinks. She relaxed back in her chair and gazed out of the window to the cold June day that caused the trees to dance wildy in the wind. She thought about what she had learned, who she once was and who she had now become. She now had a job that she loved, wonderful people whom she knew so true and felt confident within herself to reach for what she wanted.
She was a woman who made mistakes, who sometimes cried on a Monday morning or at night alone in bed. She was a woman who often became bored with her life and found it hard to get up for work. She was a woman who more often than not had a bad hair day, who looked in the mirror and wondered why she couldn't just drag herself to the gym; she was a woman who sometimes questioned what reason had she to live on this planet. She was a woman who sometimes just got things wrong.
On the other hand, she was a woman with a million happy memories, who knew what it was like to experience true love and who was ready to experience more life, more love and make new memories. Whether it happened in ten months or ten years, she would just obey the final message. Whatever lay ahead, she knew she would open her heart and follow where it led her.
"Happy 27th birthday, dear! Regardless of 27 or 72, I will still love you, indefinitely. *hugs & kisses*"
was what I sent to you through sms.
You said you were lonely without me.
I smiled at your silliness.
I couldn't be by your side because I had to be there for my grandma's funeral at Batu Pahat, Malaysia. She couldn't even make out nor remember who I was the last day I saw her lying in the hospital and the last sounds I ever heard from her was the agony she had to put up with pipes going through her nose as her only source of food.
She was the last grandparent that I had and I really hoped you could be there as well.
You said you would come over after your birthday, but you disappeared on the next day, the 6th of Jan.
I was pregnant with Chloe for the 3rd month and it was the time when my mom finally came to terms with accepting my pregnancy and bought me cartons of milk for pregnant mothers.
Of course, my dad still couldn't. In fact, till this day, he still can't.
I acted like normal in the day, hoping my mom would not find anything suspicious.
She kept asking me when are you coming and all I could come up with are excuses and excuses, day after day, hoping you would reply my messages and calls.
I tried to sleep when it's all dark and quiet at night. And when I finally couldn't, I would head to the balcony while everyone's asleep, and cry all night, while holding on to my phone.
It's your 28th birthday today, David.
And my present for you, is my final decision of separation.
After more than 2 years of laughters, tears, joys and of course love, this is the ever first time I mean it by letting you go.