It's my first time commuting all the way to college on my own. Luckily, since I had a lot of time before class started, I could tag along with my mum. It is beyond me why that woman (my mum) would hop on a train and go through all that hassle of going backward (to Gombak) and then forward again (to Kelana Jaya), just for a seat. But oh well, I followed anyhow. After 16 stations, I arrived at KL Sentral. I got off the train, galloped down the long flight of stairs, went through the exit and as I walked along the pathway to get to where I was going, I began to feel a certain loneliness, like I was missing something. True enough, I was missing something - him. The only time I ever step foot in KL Sentral is to meet up with him - KL Sentral is our central meeting point, by the way - but this time, there was a different purpose: college. I was forced to go about the same route I usually take with him to go to the KL Monorail on occasions we decide to spend time in the city.
I felt out of place, honestly, and as lonely as ever.
The pathway we'd walk on, hand-in-hand, playfully trying to walk within the tiles while he had his arm around me; the signboards we'd point out to each other and laugh at because a missing letter turned a word from "agile" to "gile", sent a wave of emotion to wash up on the shores of my mind. All these familiar signboards, pathways and the memories that came along with it was nothing without him - it all suddenly felt unfamiliar, like they were memories belonging to someone else. With every step I took, I felt a little more melancholy, a little more unnerved, and a little more hopeless.
It has only been 4 days since I last saw him and already I'm feeling this agitated. I wonder what's going to happen now that I have to wait for another 3 weeks until he comes home. I just hope I remain a sound mind.
P.S - Just yesterday, at the perfect timing, he let me listen to this. Something temporary to calm me down, perhaps? And he's all the comes to mind.
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