I'm quietly sitted at the esplanade library waiting for dear to book out of camp. The place is quiet and cosy, unlike the cafe I was at a while earlier (I was just minutes away from freezing to death).
The lighting here is dim and warm, just comfortable enough to make me feel like dozing off. Bulk of the crowd has gone, probably because it's dinnertime. Oh wait, think I am getting a little hungry myself.... =) The sky outside is dimming. Large fluffs of cloud are floating by, lights on the streets and on the 'durian shell' are lit. The roof terrace is slowly filling up with people armed with their DSLRs and tripods, just to capture a couple of shots of the lovely nightsky.
Anyway, dear just called to say he won't be done till at least 10. I'm so sad. Why doesn't the library close at 10 so that I can continue to wait for him here? It's Friday and I just don't feel like being home early. Despite him constantly telling me he may be late, I continued to harbour hopes that he may be done early. Now all hopes are dashed, and I've plunged myself in the city not knowing where to go and what to do. Whatever will I do without him in future??
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Who else has the capablility and has ever made me laugh and cry so heartily all at the same time? It sounds weird, but I did just that last night and my eyes are still puffy and sore from that. =D
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