~~YiZheng~~

He kissed me passionately on my forehead. How I miss the feel of his touch, the scent of his body, the texture of his words. How I wish this could be real forever, even if that cost my life, I would rather be lying on my deathbed, not wanting to open my eyes.

And then, there was light through my eyelids. When I woke up, I was alone. There was no him, no kiss. Just me alone. He appeared every now and then in my dreams. Before I knew, I miss him terribly.

Back at secondary form, IF I ever have picked up the fist of courage to speak to him, to let him know how I felt, would things changed? Would he get to notice me? Would he talk and share secrets with me? Would us, become best friends? Friends are the most I could ask for. Love is impossible, though I hoped most. I could not merely imagined what would happen. At the very least, still, we both live in different worlds. He, of chasing his dreams, ended up in a faraway country, where the good old me, still stuck in this prison. Location is never a problem. Perhaps minds are. Recalling the memories, he is so different from me apparently. Both thoughts and physically. I could still remember how my heartbeat paced whenever I saw him, fast and then it stopped. How I so eager to voice a hi, and I never did.

He is extremely tall with those deep down black eyes. But they were small. And when he opens his mouth to speak, he speak of slangs. American type. He plays the piano. His fingers are long, sharp and pointy, similar to that of a girl's. I have always admired guys playing pianos. I prejudiced that only girls does. He too, plays basketball. And I love watching him playing on the court. He does well academically too. But I wondered of the reason he stop pursuing in brickfields. One thing that differs him from any guy. He never stick to girls. Only girls stick to him. That could not be helped. He is every girls dreamboy. Too perfect for an ordinary simple plain girl like me. Communication is what always separated us around. He speaks perfect english, flowy flowery, he could be a journalist. Me? One could quickly ascertain the difference. When I glance up at hua loong and jay, it hurts. They were so much the same. They were a reminiscent to him. Only by looks, I mean.

"We were both young when I first saw you.." He was indeed young when I first met him. Secondary 2 and I was a year younger. And hard to believe, he finished primary at the same school as me. Why hadnt I noticed him before? Love at first sight always would never be true.
"I got tired of waiting
Wondering if you would ever come around
My faith in you was fading
When I met you on the outskirts of town
and I said
Romeo save me
I've been feeling so alone
I keep waiting for you but you never come
Is this in my head
I dont know what to think.." (Humming)
lyrics from Love story. Exactly what I have been feeling right now.

It has been six years. Yi Zheng, you were of the best memories I had. After all these years your image still lingers on my head. I would keep you framed in my mind always. Thanks.

Ughh.. I am so flying right now. So dazed and disoriented. Why had you jumped into my sleep from the beginning?

~End~