unforgettable.

Love is a nasty habit; time cultivated it, and time will some day undo it.

i feel like i owe you so much even though we hardly met while you were still in singapore. you knew me by heart, even in my silence; i ran to you late into the nights, the few nights we met. and however brief they were, even as we spoke of inconsequential things, you knew me. and i was so often comforted because you did and never once misunderstood me nor judged me. you were always my inspiration to write; and your words- i kept them as treasure, learnt them, memorised every word, and i understood. you mean so much more to me than you'll ever know, and every now and then, i'll think of you and smile, especially when the tennis season comes around.