My love is fleeting
I remember the time we were at Changi Beach, in our basketball jerseys and shoes, when it started to rain. The bunch of us started to run for the bus stop. The harder it rained, the faster we ran and the harder we laughed. It was cold as hell, but I was really glad I was there. A group of wet basketballers, sitting and laughing at the bus stop.
I remember the time I degraded myself and begged for someone I loved to stay. Over and over. He left. And came back. And left.
I remember the time, I realized that we all had or own agendas, and no one lived for anyone else but themselves.
I’m spending the first half of my life convincing myself and everyone else that I don’t need anyone to live.
And I will be spending the rest of my life fulfiling my own prophecy.
