Silence is Golden...
Probably he’s on the way right now…
I don't really know him actually. We rarely communicate.
Difference. Distance. Egoism. Silence. Negativity. Ignorance. Reluctance.
Yet there is a quizzical story to tell. There’s an unspoken love + hate bond between us: a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain + care that pulls us close and holds us there. It is beautiful. It is confusing. It is illogical. It is amazing. Definitely time consuming.
Eight years gone by and still some words don’t come easily for us. I can’t stand him; sometimes I just hate him mmg rase nak lepuk2 je kpale, yet he’ll be the one to fix me when I’m broken. Each time I run back to him, he’ll clean up my wounds, heal my scars and let me fly again. He never asks me to stay and I’m always happy to fly free. Exactly a year ago, I had an extreme fear to fly again; I was so scared to a point where I even asked him to let me stay. He slapped me with his words. He wanted me to think deeper, be stronger and assured. Secretly, I trust him, he earns it. So here I am now, flying again, even higher than before yeayy! No turning back because I left too much mess and destruction.
I wasn’t sure then and still am not sure who he is in my life or who am I in his life. I know this could all disappear or this could be an endless story…..and I don’t even dare to ask him why he agreed to come to Kuantan all the way from north - just for a day, just to accompany me (huh really??), I rather starve myself for the truth, I’m not in a hurry, we’ll linger on…..
By the way, in an almost-2-hour conversation with Zura (waaa byk tuu bil ko nanti), she expressed her concern about this, she’s a good friend, and she doesn’t want me to fall in that dark place ever again. Luv u gurl. I promise I’ll be extra cautious. I better start weaving my own safety net - well, silence is golden but I think someday it’s going to kill me if I do nothing.

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