I often wonder if the same is true for people who’ve known me – have they missed me? Wondered what I was up to? Had one last thing to say to me? Wanted some kind of closure on a time in their lives that is obviously over, but has some lasting fragments floating around their heart? And how much would it mean to me to hear those words from them? I’m guessing it would be as lovely an experience as it is to be able to do that for another; in my case, to be able to tell my new-old friend that not only am I glad that he reached out to me all these years later, but that I’m excited to get to know him all over again, and that the seeds of a relatively superficial meeting (somewhat like) a decade ago appears to have the makings of a lifelong friendship. I can tell him that I’m proud of the way he’s turned out; that I’m pleased to hear of all that he’s accomplished, and I can admit to the tiny crush I had on him way back then. I have the opportunity to tell him how my life is better for having him as a part of it, and I wouldn’t trade that for anything.
Thank you Muhd Firdaus Aman. You are truly remarkable. Like what you often remind me, whatever the future holds, it's all up to Him (:
If this is how you're gonna win me, rest assured, you're halfway through.
Sweeeet right? hehehe. *melts*
So, to my beloved readers out there, this is what fly me like paper, get high like planes mean to me – it gives me the chance to say all the things I'm too busy to say, or the things I think are too silly, sappy, or confessional; it lets me brighten people’s lives and in turn, brighten my own. It’s about taking advantage of every moment. We’re all here to admire the beauty and fragility of life and love, and the glass threads that bind it all together.
Rant about my A&E posting some other day. I should hit the sack right about now. On morning tmrow!
Love you much, Nin.
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