Remembering You

It's been seven years now.

As I'm typing this entry down, my mum has just turned on her cassette player listening to the tune of 'Michael Learns To Rock', the good old song "Paint my Love".
You know how music, especially oldies, have this ability to somehow provide this uncanny nostalgic feeling to one's soul and at that precise moment of listening to a specific song, it can imaginatively transport you back into time - into a world only you and that music exist.

Honestly, I rarely think about it and it even frightens me sometimes when I think I've forgotten.
But I believe that it's something I will always have at the back of my head and a place in my heart... No matter what.

When I do think about her, without fail, I will always wonder what she would have said to me now that I'm all grown up.
I'd like to think that she's happy for me, proud of me even (though there's really nothing much to be proud off).
Being the person that she was, I'm sure she would have been happy for me going through life thus far.

Life would have definitely been different.

She brought laughter into my life.
Her love and care showed in her words as well as her actions.
I believe, she has portrayed to me the true meaning of life and how it should be appreciated but unfortunately though, at that young age I could not understand.
Now I do.
Perhaps that is why I'm a little idealistic in making a difference in peoples' life, in the world even.

I can still vividly remember the hope she had for me.
It was simple - study hard and honour your parents.
She was simple.

As I type this last paragraph, my heart tightens up and my eyes get blurry.
I miss her so very much.
If she's here, she would have been here to cheer me up.
She loved MLTR.

It's been seven years now
And I still miss you.

I love you, sis.