We met two years ago in Poly. Everything was so natural - the chats, the projects, the get-togethers.
Later on, my school arranged for my class to go overseas for half a year.
You told me you couldn't wait.
So we chose to go our separate ways. Our steps parted for the first time.
The six months passed real quick. I've made new friends there, but there's always some sort of awkwardness.
That's right, that's one thing I've never felt when we were together.
We never talked, not once, in those six months. Did you let it go, or was it all just my dream?
I cherish gifts from my friends, but that made me realise, our memories had no physical commemoration.
The next time we met again, was at our graduation ceremony.
Then you told me, that the six months meant nothing, as our memories are deeply etched.
You found a way with your strength, to fill those months with our memories.
If you could do it, why were you in a rush to give up in the first place?
Back during our Poly days, our clothing differ, but our heartbeats were in sync, almost too close.
Because of the disappointment then, our hearts can never beat together again, even when we look the same on the outside.
Did you know, that separate paths then wasn't leading to our individual lives, but simply two choices? You could choose to let go, or bring things one step further. Your choice was clear.