Little is bigger than a lot.

Sometimes, I wish you did those little things you found useless instead of those surprisingly touching big things.

Because at least when you did those little things, you have so much more to give after that, and after that, and then after that again.

Now, you give me one happy moment,

And I pay for the rest of the time.

You used to be gentle to me.

Your words were gentle,

Your gaze were gentle,

You touch was gentle.

Does time really devalue things?

Because you never took care of the words anymore.

You never looked at me like I was breakable; you even stabbed me time and again and never stopped despite me begging you for mercy.

You shove me, you touch me carelessly, you make fun of me. You touch the ugliest spots and was never gentle about it, you never said I'm sorry you feel these are ugly.

But I love them.

You used to love me, take care of me. I was so scared of breaking and you were there to be even more afraid than me.

No. You are a man already.

Perhaps you realised all those flaws I was saying at the start, those that you told me so proudly and surely that you loved them, really does make me ugly.

Perhaps we should give up.

I just hope you remember,

Who has always just been waiting for that love from you,

For that love that was so short lived.

I know love hurts, but I thought it was simply just that.

I was willing to do it for you. 

But I learnt it doesn't work both ways.

You know those guys in shows that says they'll clean away the tears?

You used to be that.

How beautiful crying was, to me. 

Why doesn't it work the same now?

29 August 2015

Singapore