He sat there in the dark as he watches me with both his eyes. He watches me closely as he slowly,
in his mind tries to pound on me.
As I was writing this, my mind races if I should tell you that I wrote about you. Or should I actually let you read this when your birthday closes in. You are exactly
738 Miles
641 Nautical Miles
1,187 Kilometer
away from me and I thought what better time
than for me to write this is not now.
The other day when I ran to you as you stood backward facing me nearing the post office, I question myself if this was right. But you got up, you stood up and went to take my noodles and milk to serve them to me. I swore, I've never seen anything sexier than that.
When I told you of all the times I freaked out for my cases, you passed my blazer and told me to put them on. When I told you I had to rush, you immediately gushed me, saying lawyers shouldn't be late. And you smiled, and said criminal lawyers are never late. And that was when I thought I should at least hug you.
And I could have swore that was the closest I've hugged a person let alone a mariner, like you. You quickly waved me goodbye and pushed me into the cab as I got on my way to court and you make your way back home holding on to the promise that I was indeed going to see you that weekend.
That weekend was a roller coaster. Who would have thought what I did. But I guess in order to execute certain plans, you and I had to give in a certain things. I would repeat that was honestly the best 7 hours ever.
I remembered running around town finding for a comb and when I finally got it, I rushed back to the room to get ready. When you reached, I came down and my pair of eyes frantically searched for you. And when I finally saw you, I felt comfort and every feeling and every nerve in me came alive.
We walked in silence towards your car and you came by my side and opened the car door for me. I could have heard myself curse under my breath. Chivalry isn't dead, that's what they said. And to have you prove that makes my stomach hurts a little.
We went around town, despite the eyes on me, you remained calm and composed. Always ensuring I was alright. Always dealing with everything I had to ask and say. And that was when the guy complimented we looked good together that I laughed so much that night. If a stranger could see what you would have already meant, why can't you?
We went for long night drives that day. You took me by surprise when we kept going back to where we came from. For always exchanging smirks and smile, cause you're my favourite munje, that's what I'll call you anyways. And you always make it okay.
Before the night end, you gave me a long hug. One which I think would have lasted for the six months that you sailed. And I could feel my heart break a little.
I couldn't see you the very next day because you were already so occupied. But there were words, words that I carried with me back to Kuala Lumpur, sayang and I've been wanting to tell you that, you are enough. You TRULY are good enough. And, if she cannot see that, then it is her loss. She must have been so lucky to have that kind of love from you, kan?
"Come back safely to me, I said".
And that was goodbye.
