It's 7.53pm, 9th December 2012.
I am sitting inside a plane, on a flight to Taiwan.
It is dark outside, I can barely make out the clouds.
Maybe it's because I'm bored, maybe it's because the love songs I have been listening to for the whole flight, or maybe because things like that just come, randomly, out of the blue, like the sudden rains that grace my hometown every other week.
I found myself wondering about love.
It had been so long, so long.
My first love, my very first taste of the bittersweet rainbows of emotion between man and woman, girl and boy, had faded to a blur of memories.
Love had meant so much back then, how did it become so...unneccasary now?
Unneccesary. I learnt to not need it anymore, and love means nothing more than a word now, a word with strings and blurred moments of tears and laughter.
My brother is watching Sexy, Free & Single on the IPad. My sister is watching Sword Art Online on her IPhone.
Holding a tattered The Firm, I found myself wondering, what would it be like, to love and be loved again.
Would he understand, or even enjoy music as much as I do?
Would he sing with me, for me?
What would it be like, to have a strong pair of arms, to embrace me from behind when I wasn't looking? To have a shoulder to lean against, to have a chest to cry into when I'm sad?
What would it be like, to know I have someone to tell, to know I can talk about everything and anything, small details of my day, gossip, my deepest secrets, my darkest fears?
To know I can trust someone so much, that I need never feel afraid? Because he would always be there, maybe not to protect me, but to stay by my side and hold me while I hurted?
To dream of a wedding, me in a beautiful white dress, and the face of the man waiting for me down the aisle, is more than an empty blur, the last piece of a jigsaw, waiting to be completed?
To love fearlessly, to know no matter how much I give, there will always be a person who is just as anxious for my happiness and safety?
To recognize love as a lifelong commitment, that staying together, hand in hand, is more than just an obligation?
To be assured that I need never feel lonely again, to know that although forever can never last forever, it will be more than enough to endure a lifetime?
What does it feel like?
Is there really someone out there, waiting for me to step into his life? Waiting to step into mine?
Hand in hand.
And forever, is more than just a dream.
8.27pm.
I am sitting inside a plane, on a flight to Taiwan.
It is dark outside, I can barely make out the clouds.
Maybe it's because I'm bored, maybe it's because the love songs I have been listening to for the whole flight, or maybe because things like that just come, randomly, out of the blue, like the sudden rains that grace my hometown every other week.
I found myself wondering about love.
It had been so long, so long.
My first love, my very first taste of the bittersweet rainbows of emotion between man and woman, girl and boy, had faded to a blur of memories.
Love had meant so much back then, how did it become so...unneccasary now?
Unneccesary. I learnt to not need it anymore, and love means nothing more than a word now, a word with strings and blurred moments of tears and laughter.
My brother is watching Sexy, Free & Single on the IPad. My sister is watching Sword Art Online on her IPhone.
Holding a tattered The Firm, I found myself wondering, what would it be like, to love and be loved again.
Would he understand, or even enjoy music as much as I do?
Would he sing with me, for me?
What would it be like, to have a strong pair of arms, to embrace me from behind when I wasn't looking? To have a shoulder to lean against, to have a chest to cry into when I'm sad?
What would it be like, to know I have someone to tell, to know I can talk about everything and anything, small details of my day, gossip, my deepest secrets, my darkest fears?
To know I can trust someone so much, that I need never feel afraid? Because he would always be there, maybe not to protect me, but to stay by my side and hold me while I hurted?
To dream of a wedding, me in a beautiful white dress, and the face of the man waiting for me down the aisle, is more than an empty blur, the last piece of a jigsaw, waiting to be completed?
To love fearlessly, to know no matter how much I give, there will always be a person who is just as anxious for my happiness and safety?
To recognize love as a lifelong commitment, that staying together, hand in hand, is more than just an obligation?
To be assured that I need never feel lonely again, to know that although forever can never last forever, it will be more than enough to endure a lifetime?
What does it feel like?
Is there really someone out there, waiting for me to step into his life? Waiting to step into mine?
Hand in hand.
And forever, is more than just a dream.
8.27pm.
