Many people would know how strong my love for someone can be, or the fact that my affection can be bought with gifts of attention. Few know about my love life, which is utterly in ruins, and even fewer know of the accidental crush I have for the past six over months.
I have undoubtedly gushed over how good looking he is, or how annoying he can be, but yet he has one of the most adorable laughs, or a wicked sense of humour. One person knows about my admiration over a player. The player lives a lavish, busy and really mysterious lifestyle. He probably can afford the gifts which I so strongly crave. But I have failed to see the one person who means so much to me. Failed myself, in fact to recognised his effort to be there for me, while in fact, I should be the one there to support him.
If people knew him, they probably reckon he's my landing base. When I feel down, he never seems to fail to absorb some level of pain. I know he's there. I just never realised he had been there and never left all the while. So while I am off in the office, gushing over how hot one guy looks, or blabbing about how nice it is to knew someone with some level of money, I never saw the real human being, whose soul is worth more than gold.
Unexpectedly, he understands me the most. Although he seems to forget all the other details of my life, it is unanticipated that he would / could remember the famous sweet I had craved in Sydney. My heart skipped a beat, and when I saw the "traditional handmade yummy" jar, instantly I knew that the gift was all the way from Singapore, from him. No one else would have known. No one else would have remembered. All the time, when I thought he was useless at remembering details, in fact, I had fooled myself into believing he never remembers.
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