9 Crimes
A few more days and I'm back in Singapore again, can't wait really. In a strange way I don't actually remember the feeling of missing someone so much, that you wish you could fly. I don't remember how it felt like to just beam in love and radiate ridiculous irrational happiness. It's nice to have someone to hold you at night, but I don't remember that either, and I'm glad I don't. I don't know what to write anymore because I think I contradict myself everyday.
I was a killer, was the best they'd ever seen
I'd steal your heart before you ever heard a thing
I'm an assassin and I had a job to do
Little did I know that girl was an assassin too
Happy happy days await, I am excited. It's like getting to know myself again. I shall start by baking cupcakes at 3am and delivering them to people I love, midnight car rides to nowhere, playing the guitar in a corner of the room or whacking tennis balls before jumping into the pool.
Thinking about it, I did have a life, that was my life, until I met you.
There was this episode in How I Met Your Mother, where Marshall was devastated over his break up with Lily. He was a crying pathetic slob for months, no one could pull him out of the darkness or get him off the couch, or stop him from making the house reek of alcohol. Until one day, Ted and Robin woke up early in the morning, to such a pleasant surprise. There were perfectly made hot pancakes on the breakfast table and freshly squeezed orange juice. It was beautiful, but it was not as beautiful as the first genuine smile they saw on marshall's face as he walked out of the kitchen, in such a long time.
And just like Marshall, I am finally starting to smile like I mean it.
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