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Monday, May 26, 2008

Rides home without you...

The rides home are filled with silent thoughts. Looking out the window tonight as I headed home from work, I am struck with memories of our rides home together. How you would usually pick me up from work, how I would wait for you underneath the footbridge, how i would see your endearing face peering out the cab window looking out for me...

During those rides home together we'd both be tired. I'd find myself laying my head on your shoulder as you wrap your arm around me. I could smell your scent. I could feel you breathe, I could hear your heartbeat. All these have a calming effect on me. The day has finally ended and I am where I want to be the most.

I remember those days when we would have our walks early in the morning after work. We'd decide not to head home yet. Have breakfast at a nearby fastfood place... You'd smile when I eat a lot. Always concerned about how thin I am. Always thinking of me... Always...

I love walking with you... even from way back, our walks together was what drew us closer in the first place. Walks we never meant to have but would find ourselves in... I'd look forward to those walks back then. It didn't matter when or where... as long as you were with me, I could walk for miles.

I remember chance (?) meetings... how I'd find myself looking forward to beginning my day earlier than usual simply because I knew it would mean being with you more.. talking with you more... walking with you more...

Now as I took cab ride home, I'm filled with a bitter sweet yearning and anticipation of the days when we'd find ourselves riding home together again... walking together again... being together again...

Indeed, my rides home are filled with thoughtful silence. My rides home are always... filled with you.

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