It's so strange that I sometimes still catch myself thinking about you..about our hours long conversation in the flight from India to SG in December last year...I guess it was because it was the first time I divulged so much about myself to a stranger I had just met...It's so weird that I remember what we talked about- that you had done your post-grad from SMU, your family and even your ex-girlfriend lol, but I don't remember your name...It could be because I was extremely exhausted that day and was surviving on 3hrs of sleep (I'm sure, I appeared sleepy af)...anyways, while life went on and I got busy, sometimes a random thought about you would pop up my mind - what if I saw you in the MRT? Or just randomly on the street? Would I even recognise you?...because while your face is blurred in my mind, the memory of our conversation remains secure and of course the nagging question looms - what is your name?
#11138: To the guy I met on a plane
#11138romance· 1081d ago
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