Last night we walked along Ang Mo Kio Avenue 8, on the way to church.
You asked me, how long it’s been since the last time I went to church. Has it been a few years?
Not that long ago, I said. I was going to church three times a week.
Oh, you said. And left it at that.
We walked on, talking about our lives, about how things have changed since then.
Then I woke up. With mixed feelings.
There is a feeling of longing, of regret, of loss.
A longing for things to go back the way it used to be, when we were still friends. Best friends.
A regret for the way things turned out.
A loss for the friendship, the partnership, the soulmateship.
Daniel Tay 