that girl

Inspired by MercerMachine, his post, and others…

I am the daughter who you always told me to be more ladylike. I am the daughter who remembered you tried to leave and I am the one who saw you came home with blood all over your face. I am the daughter who was afraid of the dark and had to be accompanied at night.

I am the sister who cried when you said I was fat. I am the sister who will be entertained every afternoon, after school, by your tales of space craft and ghost stories using our soft toys. I am the sister who will sit with you and watch our cartoons every weekday evening @ 6.30pm.

I am the friend who daydreamed with you and stood beside you as you called your crush to offer your condolences. I am the friend who sat beside you at the bus-stop at Bishopgate where your crush lives. I am the friend who never could share anything on my mind but you patiently waited. I am the friend who saw you gave birth to your first child.

I am the girl who was touched when you rode your bicycle all the way from Bukit Merah to Farrer Park. I am the girl who chose to break up when I couldn’t stand the criticisms. I am the girl who thought I had a chance with you, only to have you turn the other way. I am the girl who turned the other way when you came back again. I am the girl who didn’t want to be the third party. I am the girl who thought it was possible but it turned out otherwise.

I am the girl who watched you from afar. I am the girl who thought you liked her, and not me. I am the girl whose heart broke when they said you were chasing after her. I am the girl you talked to every night, when you were in India. I am the girl you have to constantly comfort. I am the girl you held in your arms when I broke down in town because of pressures at work. I am the girl you didn’t give up. I am the girl who decides to spend my life with you.

I am that girl.