Friday, January 13, 2006
And so the tale of my incredible dream last night.. It was another happy moment for the both of us. Another year of anniversary meant another year of a meaningful time spent together.
That girl seemed so familiar. It was like a friend that I knew for some time. Let's called her P.We were dining at a restaurant and shopping around for presents. P whispered to my ears that it was her happiest moment in life. I smiled back at her and told her she was the greatest treasure that I could ever find.
Fast forward."Rinnngggg" I received a phone call from the hospital. I was told that P was admitted into the hospital just half an hour ago. Shocked for a moment, i dashed out flagging the next available taxi.
I looked at her petite but tanned face. It spoke a thousand words. Pain, hurt, depressed. I breathed heavily. As if she could sense my presense, her hands reached out to touch mine and she mumbled, "Jaren?" At that point, tears started to fill my eyes.
I suddenly woke up from my dream. Drops of tears flowed steadily down my cheeks as I lay in bed still fresh from the dream. I closed my eyes tightly, determined to finish the 'story'.I kneel down beside her bed, starting to cry heavily now. Her smooth hands touched my face and wipe those tears away. "I love you", was all she said. I looked at her once again, gone were those beautiful eyes that shone whenever I sprang surprises on her. Gone were the eyes that lit up my dark dull days. Gone were the eyes that told me she'll be there for me no matter what. She has lost both her sight in a freak accident.
As we walked along Orchard Road, I began explaining the shopping centres in greater detail to her. She was as bubbly as before. Though wearing shades to shield her eyes, she still looked very much the same P I knew all along. There would never be a dull moment with P around.
While walking her home on night, she suddenly popped a sentence that threw me totally off guard. "I would very much like to see the world again."
I decided to break off with P. I called her telling her she was too much trouble for me and that I could take it no longer and would prefer to live a life of my own. Though I know that was what she hoped for, she was shocked when I actually proposed it. P tried calling me back several times but I simply refused to pick up the phone. My heart is crying out more than ever.
I began packing up my room. The cards she wrote to me, the container that stored that delicious cookie she gave to me and photos of us in the past. I put them all together in a briefcase and carried it with me as I took a cab down to the hospital.
I lay in the surgical bed next to P. I held P's hands for the last time, took a photograph of her in my memory and squeezed her hands tightly for the last time. I closed my eyes.
P woke up to find her family and friends surrounding her bed. Her vision was blurred but slowly she could recgonised them. She was overjoyed. P never imagined a day when she could actually see the world as it is again. She asked her close friends about me. None of them knew who actually donated that pair of eyes nor where I went.
P opened the door of my apartment with her set of keys. The room was empty. Everything was cleared out as if the occupant had intended to sell away the apartment. She searched the place and found an envelope addressed to her on a stand she once made for me.
"Dearest P, I did not have any intention of breaking your heart. But to see you in your present state really breaks mine. I love you so much that I want you to have the best of everything. By the time you read this, i believe you would have regained your sight and looking at this wonderful world again. At the same time, I would be experiencing what you went through previously. I hope you'll find a really loving boyfriend to look after you when I'm gone. Love, Jaren"
P cried her heart out.
Suddenly my bunk lights went on and thus it was time to wake up. And so, my incredible love tale.
思念是一种病 {8:08 pm}
