| Night... It is a bad habit that I love to sit at the balcony and listen to the sound of wind. At late night, before dawn. I could feel the time stand still this way. I could hear his breath this way. I could remember his kisses this way... As if, he is just sleeping gently next room, not far away. While my heart sinking deeper and deeper... My thoughts drift farther... I have grown into a very quiet person since then. My voice has turned to silence. Only business comments, No song is sung by me any more. Yes, I have become another version of him gradually. Day by day, week by week, year by year... Define battlefield, draw victory line, sharper than knife, and Bless the winners. This is I, today. Everything is business, nothing personal. Slay every beast that comes to my way without a blink. Just like him. Oh, yes, I remember. As vivid as yesterday. I was on the expendable list after his throughout evaluation. We would dance at the stairwell all night, without music but our heartbeats then. First kiss, last kiss and countless kisses in between we shared. Couldn't balance the mistake he made. There was no screaming, no yelling, and no good bye. It was the same night, windy night, late night, before dawn. "It's business, nothing personal." And yet, everything is so personal... |