Bette

Guilt struck me, I’d been purposely avoided any contact with her… “Yea, we certainly have lost touch in quite a while.”  Realistic part of me told me over and over again that she had moved on, I was the only people who still lived in my own fantasy of being with her. Now the question that I was dying for an answer was regarding ‘marital status’. But how was I supposed to ask a long lost ‘friend’ about that.

“Well how are you?”

Looking into her eyes, again I was ‘tripped’ into that ‘hole’ which never failed to bring me warmth. I’d got so many things I wanted to tell T and was trying to convey to her through our stares… before I scared her with the stare, I broke off the staring trance and chuckled, “Hmm… where should I start?”

“How about you come in and start from… ‘the day I moved out’.”

We went into her apartment. She always managed to make her space so warm and cozy. After settling on her couch with a cup of tea in hand;

“So shoot…”

I looked at her puzzled, really didn’t know what to tell her when my head was filled with ‘I love you’, ‘you’re so beautiful’, ‘I’ve missed you sooooo much’, or just totally lost in her eyes… her soul again. But she kept on looking at me expectantly, warmly… and… with… love?

She put aside her cup of tea and mine then grabbed my hand gently and looked at me assuring like I was a lost kid. But I was indeed lost in her eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

“Oohh, I just opened up a new gallery here. With financial support partly from daddy of course. Since when did you move here by the way?”

“I just transferred here a few months ago to become the head of development for Shaolin studio.”

I nodded. My heart was still pounding hard and I was actually nervous in her presence but was trying to act cool, then she broke the silence again.

“Do you still like to eat like how you used to?”

“Erm…” I hesitated… I hadn’t been in touch with this side of simple passion and desire of mine for a very long time. All my passions and desires had been burnt out towards my career. But how was I going to explain to her without her worrying, “Sure… sure…”. I lied. It was a good kind of lie though.