DANG BABES, EXCUSE MY FRENCH

oh how long have i known thee?

let me count the days...

1) since your wallflower (read: lanky and awkward) days when you trotted around with the head prefect because she was your best friend...

2) since the days you played second fiddle to the captain of your primary school basketball team...

3) since the time you had the weirdest crush on that scrawny little kid in the boys' team on your combined schools trip...

through to...

1) the days you rose to leaderhood in the PA Crew, secondary school basketball team and class...

2) the times when those younger kids had major crushes on you...

3) the occasions you won those songwriting and singing competitions.

you've never let me down even when you...

1) fell face down into the only JC that would take you in for its triple science stream...

2) didn't seem to mesh with the kids there...

3) decided to leave the institution because you felt like you had no place there.

you grew into your role in society when...

1) you scored that internship at the radio station...

2) you made a name for yourself during that internship enough for them to ask you back as a part-timer...

3) you made good grades in FMS (at the expense of your social life)...

4) you got through working, studying and volunteering...

5) you established great relations with your tutors and co-workers...

6) you won awards for your depressive works of art.

i'm also proud of you...

1) for your role as an international ambassador to your country...

2) for showcasing your bit of singaporean talent...

3) for being unconventionally truthful, yet diplomatic...

4) for, in one occasion, having 22 countries remember the name "singapore" because of your voice.

there've been bumps since, baby.

though they're nothing you can't handle.

i know there've been many times you've felt like you couldn't go on, but fact is...you have...gone on.

and you will still go on.

your time will come. i promise.

and when that time comes, you'll know why you had the strength to move.

i love you deeply...and no one else will come as close to loving you as much as i do.

none of this has been your fault. none of it.

and if you feel trapped, breathless, like you do now...

just close your eyes and feel your heartbeat.

YOU ARE ALIVE.

remember that.

there is no greater joy.

no one, absolutely no one, can touch you.

trust me.

i should know.

love,
your friend in the glass.