19 April two years on —
we walked down orchard road again, from hilton to orchard central, like we did exactly two years ago after your commissioning ball
it was a special night, because after so many years of being friends, that was the night
as we walked down an empty orchard road, side by side — you in your tuxedo and me in my long, formal dress — close enough that our arms occasionally brushed each other's, yet with a forbidden invisible personal space we could not invade, laughing and talking as the advertisements of all the big brands outside ion chimed in the background like it was pseudo NYC times square, that was the faithful night that i knew i liked you as someone more than a friend
i did not know if it was the same for you, but i could only hope that you would continue talking to me even after your commissioning ball
the next morning, 20 April 2015, i woke up to your text asking if i wanted to have lunch together. i guess 19 April marked the first of us meeting on a regular basis, and my initial fear was unfounded
two years on, 19 April 2017, we walked down the very same street. you handed me flowers that you plucked off the sidewalk and composed into a bouquet -- the loveliest i have ever seen -- and you told me that you have never been happier. you teared as you spoke, and you asked me that sacred question. i said yes, of course!, and you told me that you love me for the first time ever
we are finally here after two years, and at long last i can tell you how "you have bewitched me body and soul, and i love, i love, i love you" too. i remember back in 2008/9/10 when we said we were each other's best friends because we had so much in common (fifty things, or maybe even a little more, to be exact) in common, and they always say best friends don't fall for each other. but how surreal this all feels, being able to call mine my lover. thank you for being a dream come true — and you will always be my afternoon of extravagant delight.
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