Its the season of reminiscence. I remembered sobbing silently when I was alone on train while thinking about Baby and the years she was by my side. It had been two years since she left, I still miss her so much. Baby, you never know how much happy moments you brought to me. And my grandfather. Suddenly, I felt his presence again. I remembered how he brought me to school when I was in kindergarden. How he plucked rambutans from the trees outside my school and he will pass it to me when I was below him.
They are no longer physically there. But they gna grow with me, and be with me till the day it is for me to leave. They are still living so vibrantly in my heart.
No one shared the same memories with me. In fact, something more depressing is no one listens to what I say and specifically remember them. I dont have a soulmate in life. No one remembers me, or remembers who I am. I know I am not going to make a difference in this big big world, or in anyone elses life. At least I once possessed these memories. If one day when I was gone, who will be the one who remembers them? Hahaha, admit it, you dont really love me like the way you thought you do.
