Alone,
I took a walk down esplanade drive, reminiscing the the time when i had done something that had blessed me for more than 6 years, wondering why my life had been so.
Alone,
I toured Marina Sq. I watched Ironman, with a couple sitting beside me, wondering why I had messed up so.
With a twist of fate, i caught up with a long-time buddy who is watching the same movie. Just what i need. Someone to talk to. Define small world.
We caught a drink at Paulaners...2 litres of lager to myself....and we talked. Like all typical scenarios, he had a sad story to tell too. I realised i was fortunate. To have all those wonderful memories, I couldn't ask for anything more.
Yo, you have loved someone that you shouldn't have, he said.
You are so wrong my friend. I was proud bcos there isn't a tinge of regret in my tone.
The session ended in laughter. I was glad he was around.
Now, being half drunk, it's short of being miraculous that I can type. But i'm alive once more. Kelvin, prepare to get drunk tonite. I shall lay a path of destruction behind me and Kelvin, you are the first. There's no escaping.
