Merry Christmas

I'm writing this while still recovering from the bliss and hangover from last night's party. 
  
At first I was only expecting a small gathering with a few friends over a couple of drinks. As it turned out, I'm lucky enough to have more than a few friends. Even the one I least expected to see (but secretly hoped for) made it finally. 
  
Drinks downed, conversations flowed, jokes cracked, laughter echoed, hugs and kisses exchanged. What else do you need? 
  
"Happy birthday and merry Christmas"
  
Yes, I'm stuck with that all my life. And I'm glad you said that.

Dream on

I used to like dreaming. It often brought me to a fantasy world full of interesting things and people.
   
As I get older, dreams don't come so easily. Most of the time I can't even afford a 5-hour sleep. Dreams have slowly become a luxury for me these days.
   
Then suddenly one night last week, I dreamt. I dreamt of him. He who left suddenly for two weeks. I dreamt that he's back. Back for good.
   
Obviously it was too good to be true. I knew it even before I woke up.
  
A few hours later I got his email.
   
This is the kind of coincidence that I love and hate. Love that I seem to be one step closer. Hate that it's all just a dream.
    
And then I thought, have I missed all the wake up calls? Should I have left all this behind long ago?
   
Sigh...
   
"I sigh when you sigh". Really?