Traces Of Love

It's Christmas. And this is the first Christmas that Bean and I are 'celebrating' separately.

This has been the most difficult separation ever since he left back to KL five days ago. It is probably because when I moved into this new home, Bean had been a part of it from the very beginning. He was the one who moved my furniture. He was the one who packed the kitchenwares with me. He was the one who knew which stuff belongs to where. He was the very first person who live with me in this house. He was part of this home until he had to leave.

When he left, he left a lot of things behind just because his luggage was too full. He had to check in two full boxes of Twisties, mind you. Each time I asked if he would want to bring this home, he would answer, 'Luggage cannot fit!!! Leave it here la...'

I walk into my toilet, I would see a pair of toothbrush. One of it is mine and the other one is his.

Each time I walk into my toilet, I pass by my laundry basket filled with his clothes.

I open my drawer, I see his gel sitting quietly at the corner.

When I slide my cupboard door, his AirAsia comfort kit lying comfortably on the floor. The comfort kit which I once complained, 'HAR? Why you buy? Is so not worth it! yak yak yak yak yak...'

Even at this moment, I am wearing my favourite Bean's company shirt.

But all these are good sign.

He is planning to be back here again. To be together with me.