One prawn. ONE. Miserable prawn.
Wtf?? Woe is meeeee. Thankfully I don't prawn for a living, I would have starved by now. Evon was just beside me, catching prawn after prawn, as I sat pitifully looking at my float that wouldn't even sink. She tried hooking my bait for me, in case I really sucked at hooking baits, but to no avail, I still failed to catch any more prawns. I think I'm just damn suay that day la. For the record, I went back on Thursday to try again, and managed to get 7. So, UP YOURS PRAWN. Overall, I enjoyed the experience. It was like a milder form of fishing, with a lot less patience needed. I had never prawned before, but this particular prawning pond has a particular significance to me. Because this is where the first part of our story ended 3 years ago. It brought back memories of happier times, times when she wasn't mine, but we were just happy being friends.
It all began when I was selling a pair of headlights for my old car. A guy called Shawn contacted me, and we met to do the trade. First thing that came to my mind when I saw her stepping out of the car was 'Daaaaamn, this girl is pretty darn cute.' She had a petite frame, long flowing hair, a really sweet face and an even sweeter smile. And yes, I will admit, I was pretty attracted to her ass as well. We started chatting; me, her, her then-boyfriend Shawn, and my then-girlfriend. In no time at all, I found myself very attracted to her. She had this bubbly, carefree personality, this playfulness and this quirkiness to her. She shared my strange sense of humor, which to some people might seem pretty lame, but we still always seem to understand each other's jokes anyways. The four of us started hanging out more often, and I always looked forward to her company. To me she was always just the awesome girl to hang out with, nothing more. I do think sometimes about how nice it would be if we were together as a couple, but never really believed it possible. We were both attached in pretty stable relationships then, so I didn't really allow the thought to take root.
Then I landed a job at Starhub, and roped her in, together with my then-girlfriend. From then, our friendship really blossomed. We spent work days laughing and chatting with each other, running off for smoke breaks together, skiving together. She would occasionally come to my table and smack me on the head with a cushion, and we would have a mini pillow fight in the middle of the office. I really liked how she always fusses over everyone, asking if they are hungry and want a biscuit or a cookie or a random tidbit that she always has to share. We grew really close, working together and hanging out after work at Shawn's place. Naturally, my then-girlfriend got jealous, blew her top, and I distanced myself from Jasmine ever since. Things started getting awkward, and I also stopped fetching her to and from work. I didn't want to believe it, but I really missed her laughter in those few weeks. It was then I realized, I had fallen in love with her.
After a few months, it was her finally her last day at work in Starhub. Which, coincidentally, was the day my then-girlfriend called in sick. And so, I had the opportunity to talk to her again. She told me she knew what was going on, and that she understands. It's just too bad that we will not be able to remain friends. I fetched her to find Shawn after work, and it was to this fateful prawning pond. I remember that being one of the longest drive I had ever taken. I took the long way there, and drove extremely slowly all the way. I didn't want the drive to end. We still had so much to tell each other, so much to catch up on. As we were nearing the prawning pond, our hands touched. By accident or not, I really do not know. My hand was on my gear knob, and hers resting nearby. My hand remained there a little too long, before I shifted it away. There was a long silence between us. We both knew that are a million thoughts running through each of our heads. For me, it was this overwhelming temptation to hold her hand, tell her what I feel about her. Because I know i will probably never see her again. But on the other hand, I had a girlfriend, and it just wasn't right. Finally, we reached the place, but she didn't get off immediately. She just sat there, as if waiting for me to say what I am struggling not to. Finally, I decided to just leave her with a goodbye. We exchanged farewells, and she walked off. As I watched her disappear amongst the crowd, I kept wondering if I should have said what I wanted to. Was I already starting to regret? And just like this, we disappeared from each other lives for the next 3 years. I still think about her occasionally, still wonder about what if things were different, but I never imagined that she would be a part of my life again 3 years later.
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