a Journey

I thought that I was strong enough, that I was already "used to it," like Amanda said. I thought wrong. The moment Fir called when I was on the MRT, whatever strong front I had just crumbled. How can anyone ever get used saying goodbye to the people who are closest to them? I don't know how I thought I could smile as I said farewell to my bro. I must have been delusional. It's so hard to try to get on with life as usual, knowing that tomorrow's different from today cos I've one less person here in Singapore with me. Know what broke my defense? When Fir made me realise that I had to turn to someone else now. Simply cos he's not gonna be here anymore to help me thru' all my nights gone wild... being my listening ear, my voice of pragmatism and reason, keeper of my secrets (bimbotic as they may be). Basically, he's not here anymore. Things are going to be different, but come what may, I am thankful for the years I had my bro back. Those were crazy-fun-memorable times. Thanks Fir, and I wish you happiness in Melbourne.  :)