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Saturday, December 10, 2016

twinge of happiness.

Disclaimer: before you read this, this is just a product of boredom and my playful imagination. I have this dream of being a writer and through my little notes, I hope I get to release the writer juices in me. :) Let me know your thoughts. This one is just too sad to read. I felt sad too when I've read it again. Oh love.
PS. You can check nostalgicbridgette in wattpad if you want to wallow in sadness and tears. haha!

It was one Wednesday night, everyone is too busy to care. It was an ordinary night and people are just busy preparing for dinner, or perhaps going home from work. She has nothing on her to do list, nothing but to be with him. They just had our early dinner, and she thought their night is over. Then he grabbed his hand, "come with me, I will show you something." She obliged. she went up his house and followed him. 

"This is my secret paradise. Look up there." And from that moment, she knew, it was a night she will never forget. He showed her the stars and the dark sky. "You are the first person that I brought here". It was quite a surprise for her to feel that way. What was so special about a roof top? No fancy dinner, no romantic music. Nothing extra ordinary, except what she felt. For a moment, even just for that night, she felt, everything was so perfect. 

It was very sweet and yet very painful for her. It has always been like that. Perfect. Except for timing. Like what they say, timing is such a b*tch. He always had her and she always had him. In their little perfect world. They are always busy building memories. Bittersweet memories to bury when their time is up. Only God knows when. She just couldn't take it. The pain is just unbearable that she is trying her best to prolong the inevitable. They both know where they're going, but they choose to stay. Timing was indeed a b*tch, it has always been too little too late. If there is one thing that is keeping them alive, that is they cannot take the little sand castle of happiness that they have built. Behind the uncertainty are little sparks of magic. Magic that kept them alive. And that... is more than enough.