Not Yet A Romantic Story
Updated: Dec 7, 2020
Most of my birthdays
(even since adulthood)
was never lack of celebration
People would treat me meals
take me out somewhere
to some sort of activity
some sort of party
some sort of celebration
In 2015
I woke up from some sort of
loneliness
thinking about the life I was living
I left home
right after a dengue recovery
I took a bus
I left home
went up North
to be away
I had an epiphany
that birthdays are not about me
really
but about two person who love each other
it's not about me
and I really like that thought
This was probably the first birthday I had
alone
however
I was feeling great
it was what I wanted
it was quite liberating
it was the first step to
living a courageous life
Talking to this stranger
a fellow guesthouse stayer
I close my sketch book soon after
I never finish the sketch
But that's not the point
the point is
this guy couldn't stop talking
I can't blame him
because I couldn't either
We spent the next few hours talking
about the great things we want to do
in life
before the rain subsided
and bid farewell
at the bus terminal
for me to leave for KL