You know when you left me, I sometimes told myself that you have gone overseas and you’ll be back in a couple of years. I had to psyche myself into this false reality to deal with the pain and grief. This new pain was easier to deal with, lesser in intensity and the stabbing feeling was fleeting.
Now, I’m actually living overseas, and I feel the same pain having left my love back in Singapore. I get scared at times, thinking this love will join you too. It’s a stupid thought, really. I hope.
Not in this plane, and not in the same time zone.
Lonely.
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