Sticky memories

It's funny how some seemingly random memories stick in our minds.

As i walked from the MRT to Bernard's home just now to visit his parents, i was lost in thoughts of Bernard and i walking together on the exact same route after work every so often...

...across from Chinese Garden where we went for the lantern festival n took such happie silly pictures, past the 7-11 where we collect our sistic tickets (never knew can collect fr 7-11), past the dvd rental shop that works on fingerprint verification (i cld never decide wat to watch), the times we ta bao food from that boon lay hawker centre with my fave ngor hiang stall... the carpark where we'd sit n chat for ages cos we cant bear to part... the same carpark where he asked me to be his gf.. twice.. grin~

and every single time i walk across the carpark facing his block, i'd remember he smsed me one morning telling me that as he was tryin to dry his contact lens case, he accidentally flung it out of the window.. n he thot it was very funny :) and i thot, wah how come so violent wan.

and every single time i go to his place, accompanied by that slight feeling of fear, apprehension n sadness, i get reminded of wat Hanglu said to me the day we were waiting for a cab after the wake... i was very bothered by the thot that each passing day seems to be bringing me further n further away from Bernard. i hated the phrase "moving on". she said, instead of thinking that i am leaving him behind in the past, think of it as each day bringing me nearer to him in the future, the day when we meet again. that was one of the most encouraging things anyone has said to me. and Pris also said, think of it as "moving with" instead of "moving on". perhaps its just a play on words... but it makes a difference. to me at least.

i wonder too, everytime, do his parents feel sad when they see me? because seeing me is such a stark reminder of their son. who used to always stand next to me.