Tuesday, April 19, 2011

It's these little things

That remind me of you.
I googled so many stories about how others miss their grandpa I wanna write the best story of you.
What should I do to let you know how much I've missed you since you've been away?


The caring eyes of Charles Xavier in Xmen.
The wit of Gandalf in LOTR.
The physique of Albus Dumbledore in Harry Potter.


There are moments when I wanna call you but I know you won't be there.
And there are countless nights when I need bedtime stories but I know those untold stories will be remained unfolded.
Also there are moments when I thought "Ah I should tell grandpa this I think he'll like this" and I know you'll get my message, somehow.(you do right?)


Are you proud of who I am?
I remember you were so proud of another grandson of yours who scored 5As in UPSR.
Do you think I can trace the same happiness in your eyes if I told you I'll be a dentist one day?
I need a reassurance, which I can't get from anyone else.
How I wish I have just one more chance to look into your eyes and see you looking back.
Would you tell me if I am doing the right thing?


Flashback.Swirl.
Regret is the only word I managed to rummage from the mixed up memory.
I should have held your callous hands more often.
I should have walked with you to the park more frequently.

I wanna know if you used to ponteng class too.
I wanna know did your heart race in your skin tight jeans when you had your first kiss.
I wanna know the story when you hid in jungle during the 513.
I wanna hug you. Simply.