Thank you to everybody who has expressed their concern in regards to my previous post.
Because you made yourself look so promising back in June and the months before you. I was about to embark on my maiden coming-of-age trip, I expected to have nothing but the time of my life.
Instead, my trip shaped me bitterer and more cynical. That’s not to say I didn’t have good moments. I did, and I treasure those. I also grew up, but in an unhappy way about it.
Then, you read my previous cryptic post and that happened in you, July… Even more unexpected than how my trip transpired.
And on your last day, July… you really have to hit the nail in the coffin, haven’t you? Bad things come in three, after all, huh?
On your last day, you took away from me someone so precious, a girl who lights up my Saturday mornings, a little girl I love as if she were my own daughter, a girl I hug and kiss every day that she comes to me… You took her away, just like that. No warning, no time. (No, she didn’t die, lest you get the wrong idea.)
I still remember her on the last, unexpected day I had with her. Her hair has grown a little long; I always thought she look most fetching that way. Never a day would I look at her without marvelling her beauty, her china doll features.
My happiest moments with her were taking her out to the mall the moment it opens. I would always take her to the bookshop first – the children’s section, of course. Then we would move on to Toys R Us. Then it would be time for lunch. When she was younger, she’ll always choose to eat at McDonald’s. On our more recent visits, however, she chose Pizza Hut. Even though it cost more, I could never say no to her. Those outings were purely for her happiness, but I bask in her happiness and that makes me happy too.
How can I ever bask in her happiness again? She’s gone… (No, she’s not dead.)
I miss you so much, my sweetheart. I wish I were given the chance to celebrate with you your birthday today.
ps. She’s still alive, but gone in the sense that I’ll probably never see her again.