people tend to pay tribute to famous people and these famous people tend to be dead and not hear a single thing said to the dearly deceased and departed. it is rather a shame since a person can only be remembered for the good this they have done while alive yet can never hear it since they are now dead.
i once read a book by mitch albom tittles “ tuesdays with morrie” the main character decided to have a living funeral since he thought it was such a waste that nice words were being thrown at a lifeless body, such a shame that the person could not hear it
morrie gathered a few of his closest friends and each and everyone of them read out what they would say to him at his funeral, he cried and laughed with them as they read. he heard every word and i think thats what i shall do
this is a little tribute, to the one person who showed me the effects of love
while writing this, i realize that some people may not like this
i ask only for you to read it as though this was the person who once taught you love
and how it felt, how it was in a loveless world, as the world revolves around madness
it is love that keeps madness from revolving inside you
we met it seems such a long time ago, yet when i look back, i never stop smiling as it seems such a short time ago
it was the new year, we were in a house, an apartment
we all gathered and shared how the previous year treated us
we wrote our resolution and swore to never open it till next year
later, we went for some food and we walked, i was nervous and semi ran away
and that was when that, i never think of it anymore till one day
you sent me a message via a social networking site
February came soon enough
you gave us gifts, and yet i had the nerve to complain
but beneath all the complaints and fake anger i was happy since i was remembered
i even blogged about it so i’ll never forget
february went on and i remembered your heart problem
it went weak and so did i
i remembered crying as i read the blog post
the blog post that you erased a few months later
february again and i made my way to penang for training
i’ll never forget me packing all my belongings
i’ll never forget the last time i closed my room door
i’ll never forget how i silently wished it goodbye
march came soon enough and i was in (of all things) love
with (of all things) books
i still longed for the life i had in kampar and
i longed for you
it was in a rapid that i sent you that fateful text
one that i remembered
one that i sent to solve everything
to end everything
it brought the opposite effect
i never knew that in reality
i deserved it too
we had many fights and arguments
promises broken and remade once more
yet through it all
you have somehow became
my best friend
my true friend
my lover
my teacher
my reason for writing and living
xoxo
charm chew
ps: i can’t thank you enough, honestly
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