When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
Siren's Song
Thursday, December 18, 2003
Can one be cold at heart and sentimental at the same time?
I've been told I'm cold. Icy hands and feet aside, I'm cold inside out, outside in. "It'd be a bad idea to antagonize you," a friend of mine said. *cold smile*
Maybes.
I'm mildly surprised by my inordinate love for hoarding things. I remember things. I cherish things. I find it hard to let go of certain memories or little thingamigs that remind me of good times long past.
I dug out my treasure trove. Within hoary yellowed boxes I found cards that have been around for thirteen years. Thirteen. My first card was from a sweetheart of a tuition teacher way back when I was just a primary one kid. Lily jie jie.
Today is a day of remembrance. Today someone wrought certain memories in me with boxes of his own sweet times. It's amazing how a simple card, a simple signature, simple words can remind one so strongly of events of yesteryears.
It's gonna be hard to throw away my memories. But they really are taking up a lot of space. Why am I keeping them in the first place, when I don't look at them, unless it so happens that I'm inspired to unpack and repack them once every few years?
It's time to move on. It's time to discard old fears and reservations to experience something new. It's time to open up and receive.
