We Meet Again
She left after our sec. 3 exam, moving to the eastern part of the island. I didn't get to see her off as I didn't know the day of her departure. I had wanted to ask for her new address so that we could remain in contact but I just couldn't get myself to ask her. I still didn't dare to openly show my liking for her as I was worried that she might not be interested in me. Anyway life wasn't the same without her smile and laughter in class and my interest in helping the other gals also lessened. I became less popular and was soon isolated but I didn't care. And from being the top boy in class, I only managed to remain among the top 20. Luckily, I managed to pass my 'O' Level eventually and went on to complete my 'A' Level. Then I was enlisted and was doing my National Service when we met again. It was a Saturday and I was on my way out of the camp when there she was standing outside the entrance. I recognised her pair of eyes at once and was dumbfounded and was thrilled and was confused and was ............ It had been more than 3 years since I last saw her and she hasn't changed much except grown taller. I didn't know what I should do? Why was she there? How did she know that I was there? Should I go up to her to say hello? Should I ............ Just then, she moved towards the main gate as if she had seen me. But it wasn't me whom she saw. It was the guy behind me, another NS man. She walked past me to meet him. I guessed she didn't recognise me in my camouflage uniform and my crew cut. I walked on not wanting to let her notice me as I hadn't recovered from my shock and I wasn't ready to acknowledge her yet. I walked in the opposite direction though we were going the same way. They were nowhere to be seen when I finally realised what had happened. It was good to see her again and to know that she was doing alright, or at least that was how she appeared. But to see her hold hand with another guy made me uncomfortable, jealous and somewhat unstable. The memories of the happy (and sad) time we shared came flooding back and I couldn't wait to see her again. Though we were in the same camp, the guy was from another unit. I would always pray to be dismissed at the same time as him so that I would see her again. But then to see her by his side would make me feel ............ as such I was in a dilemma. On one hand I hope to see her again but on the other hand I was ............
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