While my fear is chilling outside beneath the bread bin, I'm developing another fear calculating my shopping spree today. Yep. My plastic is grounded for the rest of the month.
5 mins ago, I was sitting right in the same exact spot. Writing down what I need the tailor to work on for every piece of clothing I'm sending in early in the morning. And there I was - taking each piece out of the paper bag, and jotting down on my leftover NUS notepad ... "1. cyan retro dress - fix netting onto dress"....
And there they were.
The white Seed skirt and the green sarong-like tie-pants.
I pulled them out of the bag.
With no whatsoever warning, I felt a little lost holding them. I was transported back in time, my memory was hazy yet I still remember where we were, how it happened, and how I felt. The train station. The dorm room. And then I realise, there is still so much to mend. Everything.
Are there some things you cannot ever mend? Or are we just not trying hard enough?
1 comment:
The past, the things you went through makes you who you are. I don't think you ever forget the past... through with time, and the building of new memories helps you move forward. There were bad times, there were good times... it was bittersweet and let it be remembered as that =)
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