Thirty.

With this much-fabled affair finally coming to a close, I can call this novella quits without much guilt. It’s been a fun and healing ride, and one that I hope I can undertake, and hopefully surpass, next year. I’m done. Not only with this challenge, but with the whole process of healing and getting over. […]

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Eighteen.

Our first date was perhaps one of the best evenings I’ve ever experienced, next to finding out that I made it alive out of Singapore, and the evening where Naomi and I met for the first time after four months of long-distance. We had it on a Saturday, exactly a week after we started dating. […]

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Sixteen-Seventeen.

(I’m supposed to be halfway through this by now. Don’t know whether to laugh or cry.) I was in the train yesterday. My destination was quite a bit away, so I decided to take a nap. Before I knew it, I was in tears, only brought to light by the fact that I could feel the tears on […]

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Fourteen//Apologies

Why are you talking to yourself? I fucked up. I fucked up more than Trump will fuck America up. I fucked up more than the Warriors blowing a 3-1 lead in the Finals. I fucked up more than Milan losing a 3 goal lead to Liverpool in Istanbul. I fucked up more than the hare […]

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Thirteen-Fourteen.

I’ve mentioned how she made my life better, purely in terms of making better choices and living a better life. The irony of the choices I ended up making is just too fucked up for me to not be chuckling right now. For starters, I’m just going to mention food. I started eating and loving […]

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Twelve//Shoelaces

(I’m kind of failing at this. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I called her last night. Yeah, it most certainly does, doesn’t it?)   Once they lay Like two anglets of a shoelace, they were together There must be a moment A moment enshrined forever That caused the lace to […]

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Nine-Ten.

Sex. It’s one of the three facets of a relationship (well, physical attraction is, according to Sternberg, but I’m extending it to sex here). I’m not sure how writers write about sex. If it’s fiction, I suppose it’s okay. But then again, don’t you actually need to have sex to write about it? Well, I […]

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Eight.

How does one define stability in a relationship? I experienced stability with her for the longest time. It’s something so serene- knowing that there’s someone to rely on; to talk to, at the end of the day. More importantly, I could talk to her about anything, without the possibility of being judged- that was the most […]

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Six.

As I started to go out with her on a more frequent basis, I slowly started realising the stark differences between the honeymoon phase and an actual, stable relationship. One of the first things I realised was that most of my effort spent on dressing was wasted- she didn’t give a fuck how I dressed. […]

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