It's December 2018.
I've been meaning to write something about this, but I never got around to it. I told you that I write a love story for every guy I've loved. Now that our chapter's closed, it's about time I force myself to write probably the most difficult love story I've ever written.
The thought are just flooding my head right now. When it all ended, I contemplated on the best way to pen my thoughts down. I couldn't. I don't even know if I'm writing it the way I planned on writing.
I remember the very first fight we had. We were straddling that awkward stage between certain people knowing we were dating but we weren't official yet so not everyone knows. You've been single for a while now, and I just got out of a relationship. It was difficult to choose the time we let people know, maybe because at that time we didn't even know if we knew.
Revo had a gathering at your place. It was hotpot, I remember. Sarah was just about to fly off to UK for the first time, so that must've been sometime in August or September 2014. I asked you if I was coming to the gathering. You said that it wasn't a good idea because revo wasn't having plus ones. And at that time, I wasn't your official plus one yet. Not gonna lie, I remember feeling really bummed out that you were having a gathering at your place with our friends and I wasn't invited, because those people knew we were kinda starting something then. But I shrugged it off, since it was a revo thing anyway. So I went out with Roz and Sarah and we went to eat songfa bakkuteh. During the outing, I received a text from Steph. She asked if I was going for the gathering, because she was. At that moment I felt hot rage, that you said no plus ones were going, and she was Edwin's (then) plus one. I remember being so upset and telling her I wasn't invited, and the girls asked you about it. You texted me and asked me to come, but I was out and you knew I was upset. I ignored your texts. It was quite apparent that I was upset during the outing. I felt like crying cause I felt like I wasn't important enough to be shown to our mutual friends whom already knew we were seeing each other. You apologised, and kept persuading me to come, saying you'll leave food for me and take care of me. I ignored the texts.
Trudging home, emotionally and physically exhausted, I saw your car parked at the handicapped area near my place. That was always the place you parked at when you drove me home and picked me up. I loved how you drove me around, especially after dance trainings, or when we would go out for supper. One of my fondest memory of you driving me around was when we went for the illuminate beach party together (that pic of us there was your phone screen wallpaper for some time), and you drove me there cause you were worried that it would be difficult to get a cab home. So you stayed sober and spent over $70 on drinks for Joanne and I and I got so fucking wild at that party. You took care of me then anyway and didn't want to take my money the next day. I digress. Your car was parked at our usual spot and I spotted you from a distance away. You'd ask everyone to leave your house early and came to my place to wait for me because you felt bad. Honestly, that was something I didn't expect because I wasn't your girlfriend then and you cared so much about my feelings that you ended a party at your place early to rush down to make sure I was ok. We talked it out that night, and we were indeed, more than ok.
TBC
