A 1000 miles away

Before i blogged, i had a ton of things to blog on my mind. Now i forgot everything-.-

Sometime back while i was on the bus to meet Jasmine, i saw this girl in front of me with wet hair. I was thinking.. "Ohh, so this is how it looks like going out with wet hair". She's like me. Cause i always go out with wet hair. Suddenly, Ricky came to my mind. It's just a sudden impromptu thing. Each time i think of him, I'll feel sad, and happy. He's not longer by my side. And honestly, i really miss him alot. Thinking of him brings back alot alot of memories. Like how irrational, how he does things without thinking much. Happy cause he's so special to me. He's irreplaceable, totally.

The reason why i was suddenly struck by the thoughts of missing him, is cause i like to go out with wet hair. He'll often nag at me for doing so. Each time at chalets, he would take a towel and wipe my hair dry for me. Though i don't say anything, Honestly, it's a heartwarming feeling. It's like anything said would ruin the moment. I like it when people wipe my hair for me. I just feel a heartwarming sweet feeling. At times, i really wish he would be here to help me wipe my hair again. The most recent one was when he came over my house to bathe and use the hairdryer. Seeing that my hair was wet, he blow dry my hair too. I wish i could relieve the moment. But he's no longer here, he's a 1000 miles away. He probably wouldn't remember this anymore? But i do, every bit of it.

When he left, he left me a letter asking me specifically asking me to remember drying my hair. I cried at that. I didn't do it.

He said that he's be back in probably 4-5 years, it seems to take forever. 4 years, not long, not short either. 4 years down the road, can he still remember?