Filed under: 郷さんへ
As I was lying on the floor, alone in the house, it was silence outside but in my head, you were speaking loud and clear. It’s almost 2 years but the memories of the last time we spoke came flooding back into my head.
We were having lunch at Burp, and I had asked you out for a movie, but you said you had plans for the weekend. You did say that you had made plans to watch Slumdog millionaire with Yukikoyo & Tei-san.. but that plan ended up never to be fulfilled.
I miss your laughter and our chats and our gym sessions. After hot yoga at Millenia Walk on Saturday mornings, we would just laze around at the gym’s drinking area and read magazines until we felt well enough to walk to the shower room. After that, it would be heading to Orchard on bus 36 and then lunch and an afternoon of chilling at starbucks outside Pacific Plaza. It was our routine, and you would read me funny bits in your book throughout the day.
I can’t bring myself to initiate contact with your family, even though I do think of them sometimes. How are you, Ayaka’s mom? Is there room for such a question? What would the answer be? “I’m still living my life, but my daughter is gone.. How do you think I am?” I am still feeling alot of guilt, for not having been keeping up with you at your last moments, perhaps things might have not been the same?
whenever i see the Merlion tower nowadays, I always remember you telling me – ” it looks scary don’t you think?” and I was having the same thought at the exact moment. How strange life is; words that are just meaningless remarks actually stick with you when you recall the exact moments.
I hope you are well and looking over us wherever you are. あなたの分も活きてるよ。
