“The entire universe conspired to help you find me...” 

You found me at the most unexpected time, in the most unexpected way. Yet, when you found me, you decide to lose me. Not once but time and time again. And each time, I chose to return. I chose to stay. Because it was not a coincidence that we met. Because of what happened on Thanksgiving. And I can’t walk away from that.

Eventually, I plead for help with my last breath. All I needed from you was strength – just a little bit so that I can find the courage within to carry on giving you strength. To be here for you as long as you need me to. 

I got silence in return. I finally died on 4 Dec 2010. 

We stopped communicating a long time ago. The sound of our voices is nothing but a resounding gong, a clanging cymbal that is drowning out what my heart desperately wants to say. And your heart? Your heart is desperately not wanting to listen. What are you afraid of exactly? All along, I was only an option, never a priority. 

They say, “Home is where the heart is.” My heart is with that man who understood me. That man who entered into a place in my life that none has ventured before. That man who loves to share with me his thoughts, his feelings, his dreams and hopes. That man whom I made a promise never to hurt (not intentionally). And my promise still stands true. 

I will forever miss that night at Indochine.

I miss connecting with you. I miss that jigsaw piece that fits in mine. 
I still believe in you.