Received an email from an old friend today, someone I have not really spoken to for the longest time. I guess you could say that it was a pleasant surprise and I was very thankful for the initiative. But as of now, I still can't formulate an answer. How do you reply to someone who had, dare I say it, loved you many moons ago but whom you dodged systematically?
Thankfully for me, the email contained nothing but good wishes and fond reminiscences of the past. Of the silly, sweet things I used to do, things that I had forgotten I had ever done. And it did not dredge up the sad events of the past, merely memories that brought a smile to my face and warm feelings.
I remember telling someone eons ago that I didn't know why people would fall for me, that I am just an ordinary girl and nobody special. Throw a stone into the madding crowd at Orchard on a Saturday afternoon and you will hit someone similar to me. I never really thought of myself as different, because I am not. As Sham says, I am mainstream. So it comes as a surprise that after so many years, someone is still thinking of me, though no longer through romantic rose-tinted glasses.
I still don't know what I am going to write in my reply. Somehow words just don't seem to suffice.
Think my body clock is seriously out of whack. I slept at 4am and when my eyes flew open this morning, it was only 10.30am.
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