entire while. I wrote down all the shops that sold them inSingapore and searched high and low for them. I got lost on somedays and even had to sit outside shops just to wait for them toopen. You can imagine how ecstatic I was when I found one within mybudget. I didn’t waste a minute to tell her my progress and inreturn, I had her tell me how she didn’t want it. How I was wastingmy time and money. I felt tears well up in my eyes while I readwhat she had sent. It felt like I was on an emotional rollercoaster. The drop was so steep, I couldn’t take the blow and almoststarted a hysterical fit in public.

Hurt, numb and mad. It happened inthat order. Those were the feelings I felt for the next few months.I expressed my dissatisfaction and she avoided me to help makethings better. However, I didn’t see it that way. I thought shedidn’t care. It was as though nothing happened to her and I was theonly one hurting. She didn’t even make a single effort in asking meback. After awhile I just gave in. I couldn’t take it anymore and Iasked her back. I asked if she felt the way I did and she told meto give her time. I never knew what that meant. To give someonetime.

I promised her I’d wait for 7 monthsand I’m on my 6th already. One more month and it’s over. She wasthe only one I waited for and the only one whom I fought to pullback instead of push away. Back to the story, I waited and waited.And she never spoke a word about it. The way she spoke to mehowever, it made me feel like something was happening but it wasall my foolish thinkings. Whenever I thought something washappening, I would pressure her into answering me but to no avail.It only ended with either ‘Give me more time.’ or ‘I don’tknow.’.

Until one day she told me she feltthe same way. Well not the same because I loved her far more thanshe could ever imagine but she said she felt something. She felt