a blog filled with Hong Kong and pictures of egg tarts and the cityscape and automatically i think of you. memories of you and your smile flood through and i remember how you were suppose to take me to Hong Kong with you when you went to see your mum a few months back. We sat, contemplated and figured it would be crazy for you to fly me there for just 2 days because there would be no time to do anything anyway. at that time i jokingly said nehh!! dont care laaaaaa tell your mum i’m your girlfriend la and all you did was smile. still i hadnt realise a thing and continued rattling on about random things that happened to cross my mind.
you like egg tarts and said one day you would bring me to the famous hong kong egg tart place. how your face lit up when you asked if i like egg tarts and the nostalgia i felt when we walked into that small chinese bakery in China Town. the egg tarts still taste the same. i know. i remember. years but never changing.
i walked really slowly along the walk, staring at the pretty lights and again you asked if i’ve been to hong kong. and repeatedly we would have this conversation on how beautiful the city lights were and how much more extravagant it is. you talk of hong kong like you lived there your entire life and i would smile and nod my head and the conversation would always end the same way.
“one day i’ll take you okay?”
why did it start and end the way it did?
will i ever be able to look at you the same again?
you know…you still owe me home made chocolate mousse and my pink channel bag and a trip on that yatch you claimed you were going to one day get. =)
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