Hwei Ming

As she gaze at me, in the piano room..

My dear, you are awake. Did I wake you up? I’m really sorry if I played a little too loud. But Baby, I’ve miss you so much.

Come here dear, sit beside me, and we’ll play some music. I hope I am still your very own piano man.

My dear, let me tell about you about a prefect moment about something extraordinary.

It was a cold rainy night. I was on a bus where the road was curvy, the lights were dim, the atmosphere was cold and quiet, sleepiness filled the air and the only sound you hear is the mixture of rain drops, the roaring engine of the bus and the huge enormous screen wiper, swiping away.

But nothing beats the movement of rain drops down the window – just like tears flowing down from my Baby’s cheek. The music playing in my ear – Come Home by One Republic, just like what my Baby would want to tell me. The warm depth deep within when everything else is cold, just like how my Baby is close to me, in my heart.

I miss you even more now, and I thank God it isn’t anyone else. For this is utterly spectacular.

We are just awesome like that..