Dream
On the way back from New York, I dreamt of you, Ron. And those dreams are like a personal nightmare. The warmth of your smile in those dreams, the scent of your skin, the person I loved with everything I had. Everything. And it wasn't enough. I'm still recovering. Months down, there are moments where I see the logic behind the decision. But everything in me wished it never happened. Sigh. I hope one day, I will wake up and this pain will be gone. I just feel so broken inside. Perhaps, this is the jetlag and my bodyclock being messed up. Or what Singapore inherently means to me. Its like a mistake glaring in my face that I'm trying to salvage after the crash and burn.