I could have chosen my title to be, ‘It’s not me, It’s you.’ But Taylor’s song best suits this.
But I guess this is a better representation of the dream that I had since hey, dreams are opposite of reality right? Boy no. 1, a nicer name now that since it was probably God-Willed for me to forgive him of some sorts. 25th Feb. Boon Lay MRT. Passed me by, glanced me twice. I distinctively recalled I heard an ‘eh…’. A door apart on the cabin, worlds apart in the now. Guess we were both shocked to see each other since we graduated. But I’m still not so sure, because I thought he was more plump.
My dream this morning, saw him coming to my house, as if to visit, yet as if to spill his confessions. So in a gist, I hear, it was all for the convenience of sex. And he enjoyed it. Fine and Great. Because, I DON’T. HE slept over at my place, I recall having a quarrel with my dad over as to he can sleep in my room. But whatever, nobody wants to get touchy yeah? I’m just crazy. And I probably wanted some atmosphere of having the person around, but not relation or sex around.
Boy no 2. Everyone knows how difficult this is because not only is there no closure, it’s like a broken radio, it receives reception on and off. Sometimes like on a castaway island, long periods of silence, and then it gets warm, then cold. So one day in this year, it becomes the MRI or that device measuring heartbeats of persons in coma, pronouncing the dead. It’s unusual, knowing before the person rather leaves that beeping device on ALL the time than off. I guessed it was some failing gadget. Didn’t think much coz I was so occupied in lab, frustrating over more things than you can contain.
So the shock came today. An maybe innocent picture of 2 people or two people dating or in love. Sometimes it can be difficult to guess given the complexity of relationships these days. Oh and did I forget to mention I taken pictures with these 2 boys before? It doesn’t matter because its the profile - on the know, in the show. Did I not graciously like that photo? And did I not at the moment turn sour and realised again how stupid am I each time I let myself feed my own hallunciations and the greedy pesticites? And will I later regret this sentence and turn soft again?
At the end, I brought myself to the then memory of tipping point of these 2 relationships, and I know, I truly know, I was brave enough, to let go, to pursue, that’s why it made me so fragile and vulnerable, but this courage, is the exact one that led me to see the one and only boy who frustrates over when we can’t own a love nest.
And if you’re feeling sorry, you can tell me. We’ll be better, we’ll become.


