HidUPku HAnyA SATU

The one who love me? or the one who i love??

Its almost 4am, and am not yet sleepy.  Just done with my writing, for my own collection of course. Harp & Irish flute music in the background. My mind is "easy" actively connect with my soul. This is the hour where i'm at my best....

Am just let my mind freely browse my memories. Love memories actually. Sometimes, in our relentless efforts to find the person we love, we fail to recognize and appreaciate the people who love us. We miss out on so many beautiful things and simply because we allow ourselves to be enslaved by our own selfish concerns.

HI, were one of the first words I could remember when we first met. It was via mIRC that I came to knew him and I was a neophyte in the modern jungle of London. For a month we've talked over landline and sent SMS from time to time until we finally decided to meet after a month and it was a wonderful day.

He was a neophyte/curious 19 y.o. kid about the real world and a malay culture. He had lots of questions in mind... was scared of what will happen but was always wanting to overcome his fears to satisfy his curiosity. I was very open to such and the more I became because I was living in a place where nobody knows me... 

From a simple meet and casual going out together it bloomed. He visits me almost everyday in the apartment I stay in Hammersmith and every now and then still sends great SMS messages. I was afraid and was not wanting to set his expectations falsely so I told him that we were meant to be great friends and nothing more than that. Each time and day he was with me was a bliss. We even dance sweetly over a music played on his mobile overlooking the London Bridge. That was the first time I learnt how to dance, with a guy. Those moments were lovely and golden and considering we were just friends.

How can I forget the day he ate sambal belacan, masak lemak cili api....spent a month in Swiss & Denmark. He is my platonic friend, who i will keep close to my heart forever.