friday 6 january 2017

There are so many different types of people in the world,
And we stumbled into each other.
I could never have predicted you would be the one for me,
Neither me for you.
We were a world apart, in many ways similar,
And in as many ways un-similar.
In the books Wheel of Time there were weaves after weaves in the thread of the fabric,
Apart yet coming together in moments.
In our infinitely complicated lives we had our own weaves,
And our own impossibly improbable together.
I strain to recall our bus rides,
Our blackberry messages,
Our encounter at night at the Raffles Hotel,
Our evenings at Istana Park,
Our Mexican dinner at Holland Village,
And the unique tiramisu,
Our airport dinners,Tjhender
And always being by each other side these years.
We would never understand why this is our book,
But this is our story,
And you would be my family unto forever.

friday 6 january 2017

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