Sunday, March 13, 2005

The little pieces

Weary weary day. Our last LTB session with Pertapis. Relief, that's all I'm feeling now. And it's odd, but on dreary days like these, when I return home, too hot to nap, too early to take dinner, too tired to turn on the telly-that I think about you. Little messy thoughts momentarily detached from the rubric of my memories.

And all the little things that make us, us.

The secret glances, my carefully posed questions. Your pre-phonecall sms: k either u're busy or moody, or maybe itz juz over sensitive me again.. but my counselling or cok toking services are available at this pt if u require them..:P The long conversations, deep into the night, which we still can't do without now. The Terminal- our first movie. The Great World City afternoons - you, me, and a giant cookie spin. Long strolls along the seaside. Late night pratas and milo dinosaurs.

Cheesecake hidden in a paper bag. The Botanics. Marina South, just letting the wind tickle our toes. Surprises slipped into my bag, file, wallet, phone...What haven't you done, you little sneak? Tears brushed away, differences lain aside, pride de-constructed. Laughing up a tummyache while watching the Simpsons. Avoiding nosy neighbours. My initiation to 85. Hot Sundays at Siglap. Culinary and calorie excapades- you telling me: I love watching you eat something yummy that you really enjoy, that smile of yours is unbeatable. In-betweens at Black Canyon. The CR4 gang. Making plans- our first holiday! .I'd love you to love me.Finally Found. Our songs

There's nothing you can know that isn't known
Nothing you can see that isn't shown
No where you can be
That isn't where you're meant to be
It's easy

All you need is love
All you need is love
All you need is love, love
Love is all you need


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