I don't want to.

There are just days I realise I take some of the best people in my life for granted.

Everytime the sixth day of the tenth month arrives, I think about the one person who taught me about life and how short it really is. More importantly, he taught me how to love unconditionally.

I'm glad that in his life, he was able to love someone who loved him with all her heart. He may be gone, but it really feels like it was just yesterday that he was telling me about heart-shaped murukkus.

One person once blatantly accused me of not understanding the pain of losing a loved one and also accused me of forgetting a loved one easily.

I told this person that I had a harder time forgetting him and to stop behaving like she was a love guru.

There has not been a day that goes by that I never think of him. He was the only person (apart from numero due) who was able to tolerate my nonsense and mood swings. One of the fewest things we shared in common was the birthday and the displacement theory, but it never meant he never cared about me and vice versa.

He who would cry with me at the silliest thing in the universe.
He who treated my friends with utmost respect.
He who would never laugh at my dreams and say "That's lovely, now sit still" whenever I said anything animatedly.

He was the one.

Every time the sixth day of the tenth month comes along...I would say a little prayer for this one person who made such an impact on a fourteen-year-old girl 6 years ago.

And at the end of the prayer, I would say "One heart-shaped murukku for you up there on your birthday. Thank you for loving me. Happy birthday".


Sorry-lah if I sound so mushy. I'm quite a hapless romantic.