we met on the 17th april'03, at the busstop near the park below my house. there was the awkward 'first moment', but soon we were walking around the circular route and talking about random things, chatting like old friends. i got to know more about him as we talked. a sailor, he had a really nice tan and big arms. i remember poking at them repeatedly.
because he was so tall (1.8+), i heaved myself up onto the stone wall so that we could talk at a more balanced level. it was also on that same stone wall where i gave my first kiss away. my 14th birthday present.
three days later, he smsed me from church. telling me that his mother found out and forbade him from being with me. i guess it's just the best reason one can give to break up without feeling overtly guilty. and he said he was sorry and he'll call me when he can.
and so, i waited for his call. every night without fail, at 10:22pm(2222), i'd make a wish for him. this went on for half a year, with alot of tears and heartache in between, before i decided enough was enough. i should just put it behind me, because i know it's nothing to him.
and suddenly one day, when i was out at a dinner with my parents, i got the call from him. the one i waited for more than six months. really stupid actually, but it did give some kind of closure. i am amazed at my patience, really. to wait six months for a call.
6 years ago, i could wait 6 months for a call. can i exceed that this time round?
and even till now, everytime i walk through the park, i'm reminded of him, and his presence by my side.
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