As we grow older, days passed by unnoticeably.
Some memories are still vivid, especially the good ones. We try to grasp it, wishing for it to stay longer. But most of the time, it’s gone.
If possible, I hope everyone will not have any regrets in their past. If you still have any, my two cents, just let it go. Like the rain, down the drain.
I always remind myself to look ahead and think of the brighter side. Once in a while, when I forget to close the door, my mind slips into memory lane. And once the door is open, I can’t stop it, all the good old images poured in like the blood in the movie ‘Shining’.
Today is a rainy day, and today is one of those days where the door is pushed open.
I see myself walking through the days in my hometown, before I decide to take over the city, those days where I will look enviously at anyone who have a chance to make it into the big city. I remember I have this big dream of being a film director, or more secretly I wanna be a superstar.
Tuning in to MTV or channel [V] all afternoon, the girl would be dreaming that she is the pretty girl in the music video, livin’ large in the big city and getting all the cash that she wants.
Until one day, the little girl stepped into the big city and started her college life. At first, she is all alone. Eventually, she made some friends. She had good times, and some bad times. More importantly, she learnt the meaning of having her own freedom and making her own choices. The life on her own opened her eyes to see the few good people who made engravings in her heart. One of them came from the Great land of China, one of them from a land Far East, one of them from the big city itself, and one from her little town.
Three years passed before she finally met the first guy who took her hand and gave her the feeling of being loved. Of course, he was her first love, so called ‘puppy love’, which only lasted one month. Eventually she became buddies with this ‘first guy’ in her life.
Approaching the final years of college, she became more confused, and wilder. She stepped out from the protective circle of her college neighborhood, and started to know more people in the outer world. More friends from the land Far East came and took her hand into the big big world.
She went through more of her ‘first-ever’ experience, - her first proper job, her first slumber party, her first time drunk, and her first serious relationship.
She always wanted to have a non-Chinese boyfriend. She used to exchanged emails with an Austrian guy. He was twelve years senior than her. She was only fifteen.
He opened up an exciting world for her. He was what she dreamt of having when she becomes an adult. Dream remain a dream, he dropped out of touch when she enters college.
But one day, she met a Libyan guy. He was tall, dark and handsome. He had a car, which takes her to dinner after work. He came from a total unknown world, triggering the adventurous side of her. She was falling hard in love.
It was Christmas that year when he did not picked up his phone, and the girl was heartbroken. She couldn’t understand how come he left her alone just like that, without any explanation. Years later, she found out the reason, but at that time, she was devastated.
For days, she failed to put herself together. For weeks, she was running on autopilot. For months, she missed him.
One night, she met him. He was shorter, but he wears a very beautiful smile. He came up to her when she was all alone and heartbroken. He held her hand and she looked up.
This time, she wasn’t in a hurry to say yes. And she did a mistake, she said no. He was heartbroken. They didn’t spoke for weeks. And when they did, she saw that he was holding another hand.
She realized that she wants him back. He realized too that he still missed her. It was a complicated bitter situation. But she waited until the day he comes and holds her hand. And she never turned back ever since.
Three years passed since that night.
He is still holding her hands, and her, his.