Who would’ve thought it would come to this…
My first memory of you is a blur… Not much of an impression to be honest. I don’t even remember where and when it happened. I guess we said our hellos, exchanged names, and talked about home (what else could we have talked about?).
I can’t recall if we did meet again. Come to think of it now, it did feel like years after we did, and it was always at night, and we were always partying. We never said much at that time, I guess I didn’t like your face and the colour of your socks…
That went on for a while. Until one day…
We started hanging out… Talked and ate a lot. And for the first time, I saw you in daylight and I thought, “Oh, his face isn’t that bad after all, and he’s wearing flip flops, so no socks!” From then on, a bond was created. Even we couldn’t describe what we had, but who are we to question these things when we can sit back, relax, and enjoy it. You called us ‘The Deadly Combo’ (not that we’re capable of killing anyone with our awesomeness… We’ll leave that to Poh the Panda).
I shall call you a pleasant surprise. It was unexpected, like your mum’s back-hand special face whack. I started asking myself… “What is this I feel?” “Why the butterflies?” “Why the urge to hold you? Smell you… Mess up your hair… Sniff your armpits…”
After much deliberation, and seeing our phone bills going off the roof… We finally embraced each other and experienced a roller coaster ride of emotions. Scared, excited, happy, nervous, annoyed, frustrated, angry, etc. You name it, we felt it.
So here we are… In the present. Making plans while we’re holding hands… It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.
*If you want to think that this is a love story, so be it… Imagination, meet everyone. Everyone, meet Imagination.