Heartbreak in 90 days.

#1 Denial And. So. We have begun to paper bag items We Bought together And I have ensured they No longer faced the front No Longer In the room In my presence In my – #2 Anger I thought about you today. For a long time, I welded your affections with my reconciliations and pretended…

A Break Up

Yesterday, your face was at the back of my hand – it was like clockwork. Today. Your face vanished. I. We talked about the future with both our footprints in it but we forgot that footprints are easily washed away by the tides of time. Our love was supposed to be all abiding; now it is a vision…

Expressions of my here and now.

My fingers brush your face – your eyes are closed as I shower you with pecks that I hope can transmit the love I feel for you. Who is this boy that came unwittingly into my life about a year and a half ago and taught me the strengths of a team? Sometimes I wonder…

Between you and him – I choose me.

You could have been – or he could have been. Life has never been predictable (where’s the fun in that? We are after all a masochistic bunch). I sometimes wonder if you could have been the one to make me happy instead of him. Or maybe he’s a temporary pleasure-releasing medium while you await in…

Why the Ex needs to be in the picture

It was a sunny day. We stayed back past school time and you talked to me about my pursuance of History – a major I eventually dropped in University. You were and perhaps still are the perfect fit – musician, photographer, reader, writer and all rolled into one – you were me in some ways…

Two lives in one

There are many instances to tell love stories. Some are grand and dreamy, others are humbling in their expanse…regardless, I think most love stories exist between the crook and cranny of the ordinary, in the daily to-do-lists and mundane 9-to-5s. Most of all, they exist in the repetition of a strong understanding that love is never just a…

The unspoken words in my heart.

Five. That was your initial number. Ten. That was your second number. About Fifteen. That is your latest number. Sometimes I wonder about the city lights, its flickering movements and ghastly reflection on the Singapore river, and I wonder what has changed after these four years, and I realised nothing. Nothing about the city has…