Hello love,

I haven’t seen you in about four years now? It feels longer than that though. Last I saw you was at the Airport. Burger King to be exact. I couldn’t see you off cause I had a math test the next morning and a netball game. And you’re flight was at 10.45 p.m. on a Sunday night. We were to meet at 7. I got there at 5.45. I remember cause you were there already and I asked you for the time. You tried to reach me around the time I ended school but my battery was running low. So I switched it off. And you got to S. to get to me.

You were heading for the the UK. Manchester. You said you were going there to visit family. But you were going through one of those transit things at KL. I can’t remember what Airline you took. I was suppose to meet you for dinner at Burger King. But I ended up doing revision instead. You kept telling me to eat and you even threw a fry at me which got into my green pinafore and left a tiny distoted smiley face sorta image on my belt.

Truth is, I could have put my books aside. But then I’d actually have to talk to you. And I didn’t want to do that knowing that it could possibly be the last time I ever did. We talked about two things throughout that entire supposedly dinner thing. About the airport and why people flock there to study. And about glass panels at the viewing gallery. You said something about pressure and heat and glass blowing up. Which I thought pretty ridiculous cause as far as I know airports always had glass panels at the viewing gallery.

I told you that I wanted to be like you. Bold and strong. And you seem to always knew what you wanted. I respected that. You laughed and told me as cliché as it sounds no one is ever who they really seem. I never asked you for how long you were going to leave. I just thought you’ll be back in a few months. And nothing much will change, just that you’ll curse more. Going to Manchester and all.

So it was time to go. Said goodbye and told you to take care. Gave you a hug. And you whispered 143 into my ears. I asked you what that meant but you said I had to find out on my own. Never got the answer till the New Year.

And I guess. All that I want to say to you. Is that I love you too.

And I hope that you do still remember me and come back someday. You always told me it’s never good to be hopeful. I’m not even sure if you’re alive. Don’t know why I thought about that. Quite scary to think about it actually.

Anyways, yeah. I just hope you remember me.

Love,
Zidd.