The day the watch broke
It was around this time last year when I bought a watch... It was after a fairly romantic night I spent with him...
It was a case of a turn-of-event kind of situation that we even spent that night together... For me, the attraction was there for some time but as usual, he was attached and while we share funny banter and witty exchanges, it never crossed my mind what happened could ever did...
Anyway, when I saw the watch, I really liked it and becos i was in a foreign land, I automatically gave the watch a special meaning by associating it with what happened the night before, kind of a commemorative thingy... But like my previous chapters, this thing didn't amount to much and we began communicating less and less... And I guess I got the hint eventho I never really let it go emotionally...
Whenever I wore that watch, my friends all complimented me on how stylish it was and it looked really good and I guess I secretly thot how they'd say the same thing abt him since that watch kinda represented him as well...
So recently as I began doing my spring cleaning, I accidentally dropped the watch... As I frantically picked it up, I realised the watch is no longer moving... As I looked at the broken watch, I realised what it is telling me, it told me that it is broken and whatever special meaning it held was broken together with the watch and I should just stop...
Of cos I did think of fixing it and I have the full intention to, but I do realise that after it is fixed, the hopes and meaning the watch holds will no longer be there... And while I still love the watch, it has magically become just a watch, meaningless, inanimated, just a time telling machine...
I guess I'm glad the watch broke becos eventho I have gotten over him, it really took a broken watch to make me realise that... I'm not sure if I'll ever see him or how I would react if I ever did, but I know that if a diamond is in the hand of someone who isn't interested, it's no different that picking up a rock along the pavement and while I never think of myself as a diamond, I would like to believe that maybe someone would pick up this rock and think of it as something so special and wonderful that he would treat it like it was a diamond... :)
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