the story of him and her
His perspire ran down the side of his face, his breath sounded heavy, his heart triumph when the final whistle blew.

It was her first time watching him from the sidelines, and the first time he saw a spectator that he wanted so much to be there.

She heard so much, too much about him in the court that she could not pass an opportunity to see it with her own eyes. He was one of a kind, but maybe because love was blind.

She sat there and watched his teammates and wonder, 鈥榟ow did she get involve in this circle of friends鈥? She was unlike them, her friends were unlike them, but yet she felt a sense of belonging, because she knew she had every reason to be there- to support him.

Sometimes she laughs at how they first met - A drunk and mischievous boy picked up the phone and blurted rubbish.

But it was all thanks to a friend, who helped strike the first match.

She didn鈥檛 think it was possible initially because nosy blunt tongues would wag at their incompatibility.

Moreover, she was not at a stage in time to seek for someone new.

It was only the first date where everything fell into place.

There was something comforting about him that makes laughing and smiling so easy. Something in the way he interpreted 鈥楴arnia鈥?that makes the movie more like a comedy than drama.

However, his heart only melted come the second date when she beat the red lights to get movie tickets as a surprise. He looked at her with mouth wide open and all he said was 鈥淗uh? You bought?鈥?br />The long walk at one in the morning up and down the quiet Orchard Road showed her how much she wanted this person to walk with her the rest for her journey. He was like a bottle of happiness to her; someone whom she felt will never make her sad.

Her heart was hesitant for a few days but when he popped the question, she could not resist not giving herself into his embrace. The first time he held her hands, his face lighted up when he said 鈥淔inally鈥?

That made her happy. It was a happy day as she spreads word around to her friends. Some reckon she jumped too fast into his ship, some wish her well. Whichever review she got, she knew that her friends would like him.

And she was not wrong. The first time her best friends met him and played with him, they had nothing but praises for his smiles and jokes. All she could say to herself was 鈥淔inally鈥?

They shared many moments together, whether in public, or behind closed doors. Mundane days turn special this way.

9 months passed like 9 years, and the day came when he had to leave.

She can only be satisfied knowing that she didn鈥檛 lose him to another woman, but to god. Someone whom she knew she can never over rule.

Someone whom she knew he would feel happier with. Sometimes she felt that it was unfair, many others in this world deserve to perish, yet the lord took the one she love. Many in this world torture others to live, yet the lord took the one who brought smiles to those around him.

There are many things that she wishes to ask him and god. Many questions that she knows will not be answered.

Yet, all she could do is trust him. Trust him like she always did. Trust that he knew what is best for him. Trust that he knows how to take care of his family. Trust that he knows what is best for his friends. Trust that he knows what is best for her.

Despite him being so far away from her, she continues to trust that someday he will tell her the reason why he had to go so soon. 鈥?Deep inside, she knew he would have a good reason.

Till that day come, she would love to tell her friends to treasure all those around them.

It has been 7 days since they last met and laughed. Nothing will replace him in her heart. But she knows that no matter how much she wants to cling on, she cannot cling on forever.

Time will heal all pain they say, but it will never erase the tattoo drawn with his heart.