EW14/NS26

Disclaimer: please read this series of posts starting from EW29, then backwards.

Like I said, for a while I tried to make a change in the relationship I had with the aspiring pilot. Despite both claiming to have a flair for writing, his intelligence was way different from mine. His humour was non-existent, taking things a little too literally sometimes.

It wasn't just the differences that set him apart for all the wrong reasons. It was his achievements that were more academic than philosophical. It was the way he talked as much as I did, never giving me a chance to voice my own words. It was the way he took everything seriously when I wanted things to be light, and vice versa.

The way we meandered through the peak hour crowds was another reason we didn't work out; the nervousness that remained, him walking so quickly that I couldn't keep up. I never lost him, because he stood at 1.8 metres, but he might as well have been another stranger in the sea of zombies. It wasn't like I could hold on to him the way I did with you.

That was us on our way to the pier, where we uncovered our contrasts. We sat amidst the peace, but he had the chance to smother it with his tales. He didn't learn much about me, as much as I wanted to tell; I learned about his rebellion and many academic achievements that came after, but the conversation revolved around just him.

For once, I was on the other end. I wanted to talk, but I couldn't keep up because he kept injecting his own stories. That must be how you felt the entire time with me, listening to my stories that aren't even funny.

Walking through the city in the dark, I struggled again to keep up. His legs went on forever, so effortlessly, while I was struggling to catch my breath.

We separated close to midnight, and the train ride back to the east was when I stalked your Twitter profile for the first time in weeks. It was then that I saw how smitten you were with somebody new, while there I was still comparing strangers to you. I hope to god I don't stoop that low this time, because I know I will regret with all my soul.

Raffles Place, where I skipped steps to keep up with an aspiring pilot; who knew it would be the parallel to months later, when I remained far below. Trying so hard to be on par with you in your SilkAir aeroplane.