Miss you Michael

Michael left today. SQ0111. gate C2. 2.20pm.
I decided to go with him to the airport instead of with Jeejee and Martin and cow-girl last night. One last private time with him before he flew off. Just like old times, we're at the high way, talking nonsense, laughing at each other.
Running some last minute errands at the airport. Talking to his parent. I didn't feel the impact yet till his mother hugged him in tears. That was the first hit.
Thanks Michael. Thank you so much for reminding me that. Must go France. or Holland. I will. dear.
Seeing him off down to the boarding gate. Best of luck. I prayed.

Following Jeejee and cow-girl back home. Cow-girl dropped me back to the apartment. thanks.
I could still feel Michael, as though his voice and his laughters still mingling in the air.
I made a sandwich, and started off cleaning the house. laundrying. sweeping. mopping. clearing up.

I burst in tears. this time it really hit me hard. why should I cry. i said to myself. Tears didn't seem listening to me. It's time to cheer for him.

Sometimes i just couldn't help myself from not being sentimental...his cups, couch we used to sit together..his room, his bedsheet...
I said to Martin that it will take me a day or two.

Life, eventually moves on. I would expect some new routine. writing to him. writing more blogs (hope so) posting him funny stuff. yahoo-messengering once in a while. new daily routine to be adapted.

...Deep breath. breath in the cool air in the cybercafe. writing to him. and writing to H.

tomorrow, is another brand new day.