How about you babe? Are you in your bed in Kuching, in the boarding school, missing me? Have you thought of me at all? Do you see people who look like me and stop and stare, wondering, even for an absurd moment, that i was in Johor? And do you try and feel me beside you in your bed, there beside you where i used to lay?
If you read this, let me tell you I'm dying without you. I need you back. I need you to hold me and tell me you're not leaving anymore, that you'll be with me forever from now on. I need the impossible.