Last day of school

...well... for the first half of Sem 2.

at the touch of 2000 hours, i received a package from a messenger, a finely crafted paper carrier with a set of exquisite chocolates and what i have been expecting in semi-anguish all this while long.

it felt like a tremendous relief when i received the package. yet i dare not open the envelope to read its contents. and yet as i held the bag from LT20 all the way down to the sports track leading to the 197 bus stop, i wished, at every spotlight, that i could just read and make out the inscriptions on the halo of the dim light.

but it felt silly reading in the middle of the sports field. went to the 197 busstop. took out the envelope, but 97 came and so i hopped on.

clambered to the top deck of the double-decker and fumbled with opening the envelope.

well the fact that i got a letter back.. means the situation wasn't too bad. or as bad as i had originally imagined.

almost everything was a reply from the letter i sent her, but there was one sentence that mattered.

i was glad that she wasn't irritated or angry or displeased and we could continue as friends, but currently, no more than that. that gave me so much peace in within.

i felt like something could at least happen. even its not now, at least we can start.

guess for now, working hard on work matters more than working hard on matters of the heart.