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It happened many years back. I could still remember how the affair started just as it was happened yesterday. Although the affair lasted for several years, it has somehow affected me, becoming a part of who i am today. It was the eye opening in my life.

Back then in the afternoon, I would be walking out from my house when my dad decided to go for his afternoon nap when I do not have any tuition classes or later of the years, it was the Starcraft where I spent quite a number of hours in the cybercafe. If there is an exam for the world domination, I guess I earned enough training hours from the Starcraft battle among my peers.

On the one fine day, my best friend shared his part and somehow the itch got the best of me. I bought myself the material and browsing through when I decided that she was the one. I wrote to her and there it begins. From one to two. Slowly, i gathered enough that I was totally addicted to it. Everyday yearn for more. This leads to the daily routine that was unbreakable for days to come.

Almost every day, I will be religiously going to that place in the noon full of desire and anticipation. I walked for 10-15 minutes from my house just to see the one in red. It was the pleasure of my life. I was glad that it was my pastime. I even asked my dad if he needs me to get anything from the sundry shop. I use the excuse as a context to drop by to the red one for a quickie. She was all the time there waiting for me. Without fail.

The affairs slowly spread out among the few of us. Some begin to catch up. I decided that I should opt for option as the daily routine to that place seems to be rigid. I knew that I could try out at other place. Later that year, the affair no longer restricted to one place but several area along the way. Sometimes I even would try out the one near the tuition area. Sometimes it is within the shopping complexes vicinity.

When one progressed, things ended abruptly. I remember the day that I shifted, it break my habit and my affairs seem to get to the stale. It just lies there and soon, apart from it just ended. It takes two to tango. If the other side decline to progress, I guess it seems to be like that is the end of it. It should be no string attached after all.

After more than 10 years absent from the affair, I would reminiscence those special moments we shared together. Just like the time when I slipped my fingers inside the red. Feeling the humidity and the tightness between the gaps were overwhelming. Now looking back at it, it seems they have been neglected by the current of life. No one care about them anymore. Somehow it seems that the technology was the culprit for making them less attractive.

Now, that seems to be a past tense. No more contains the promise of blissfulness nor the excitement of it. It just being there and you will be only wondering if they are being used by the common. Irregardless of what the future holds, you will still remains my lovely red.

my lovely red mailbox

With the digital age there is no longer sending greeting cards, postcards nor snail mail. It seems so out of this world. All I getting is the bills in my mailbox. :\

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