Christmas came. Finally.
As the evening approached, I applied my Geo contacts and eyelashes, fluffed up my hair (which was curled later in the evening by the amazing hair curler guy in Vivocity), put on a stunning a gown bought as a Christmas present, and heels too high for my own good, called a cab and headed out for a promising evening.
This was the first Christmas I spent with my brother, over a lovely dinner at Sushi Tei, a Japanese restaurant I've come to fancy in Singapore's Vivocity.
In trio we took a stroll around the sky park where festive lights greeted us in delight.
It was a very romantic evening stroll.
Big bright X'mas trees never failed to impress in Singapore.
Everywhere I turn there's a larger than life tree erected from the ground, showered with balls and rainbow color lights, garnished with a star too bright perked happily on top.
We bought a wine from the mall, and headed down to Clark Quay for a quick last minute drink. Big brother left home after guiding us all the way there. So sweet! ^^
Walking down Clark Quay brought back a lot of memories, creating new ones with each step laid.
Over the years I've come to realised the journey of life I've walked on. How difficult, long winded and ironic it has been. How life turns out the way it is and how we all, from different parts of the world, would meet under the same sky, the same starry night. How we've been hurt, healed and learnt from our mistakes.
And as the end of the tunnel, it still turns out. Like it always has been. Better, if not then worse. It didn't matter, for we live as we live, and appreaciate who we are, what we have, how we come along in life.
I treasure this hand I'm holding. This moment of bliss, of pleasure, of happiness.
This very moment.
Forgive me if I ever trance out, muting every period of so, for I am drown in the wordless world, full of love, imagination, admiration, and everything that is beyond words.
And how every gesture made's breathless, remarkably kind, amazing and sweet.
How long can I keep this hand, clasp tightly in mine? Embrace this warmth? How long till the road ends, till life decides to put a full stop?
What is ours to say? For life is as uncertain as the ripples on the water on a rainy day.
Is forever ever after's a decision our right to keep?
But for as long as I can wake up every morning, sleep every night, as long as the senses are still tingling inside;
I will treasure every living second,
fight to keep this warming hand,
savor every chance of peering at that adoring curve of lips, that cheeky grin, that alluring smile, those infectious laughters.
That broad shoulder,
that tight grip,
that soft gesture,
the kind words,
the sweet smell of cologne,
those annoying silly accents,
that deep husky voice,
those tears of care, empathy, worry and love,
that warm feeling when I lie my head to sleep on that lap,
those sweats on that forehead when an alio pasta's specially whipped for me from the kitchen,
but most of all,
that sweet, indescribable, overflowing, intense, comforting, soft, heartbreaking and everything beautiful under the sky...
Yes. That love.