寄一封没有地址的信

又在孤独的遥望窗外的风景
又在这个晚霞醉人的夕阳下想念起你
东边的天渐渐被暮色染成深海的蓝
西边的天空只剩单单霞光
微风轻荡
远处的雨树落叶纷纷
勾勒出一幅孤单萧瑟的秋天图
暮色渐渐浓郁 凉意渐寒
抬头仰望 星光灿烂
晚风轻轻吹拂世界每一个角落
它能把我对你的思念悄悄吹落到你的窗前吗
在世界的另一端，你是否也和我一样
在落叶的季节里，想念起我们过去的点点滴滴
一起走过的小径
一起哼过的歌曲
一起流泪的电影
一起看过的风景
一起微笑的合照
一起度过的每一分每一秒和所有的曾经
虽然现在已经变成曾经
但是每当回想起你
唯一不能忘记的就是那份牵绊至来世也无法忘记
你给的温暖

Lonely Journey-Chp3

“Ok, goodbye,” the conversation was just finished, she ended the call, smiled, returned my handphone and $10 note.
“Are… are you, Shee…Shee…na…na?” I asked cowardly without any confidence, God knew I was just like a clown at that moment.
However, to my surprise, a straight “NO” spit out from her mouth, with confidence and a bit of humor, followed by a soft chuckle.

“Did…didn’t you tell your friend that your name is Sheena just…just now?” I was totally confused, “Am I out of my mind?” I asked again to confirm with confusing face and full of question marks above my head.

Scratching my head in disbelief.

“Yes,” she paused, “Em…I mean…my name is Sheena, but not Shee…Shee…na…na,” she pretended to stammer her name in the clumsy way like how I did just now and followed by another chuckle. Her smile was like the wind of spring, heartwarming and approachable.

Watching her smile, about a few minutes only I could get back from the deep confusion to the real world.

“Haha, you’re still that naughty,” I laughed warmly like I’ve been knowing her for years.

“I’m still that naughty?” She asked confusedly this time and stared at me, “but I don’t know…you.”

“You know me,” I carried on with confidence, “you know me for many years than you can remember ‘Little Monitor’,” I called her in a gentle way like how I called her in primary school.

Confused but finally figured out, she screamed: “How could you…? But….” From her face I could read the excitement, disbelief mixing with happiness. “Are…you Sean?” She tried to calm down herself before asking me the question. “Yes, I am. Nice to meet you again Little Monitor,” I greeted her like how I called her when we’re in primary school.

It’s really out of the blue to encounter her in my “lonely journey”. She could be my childhood sweetheart in primary school class while she’s the monitor, but, she’s the shortest among our class. To control the so-called “devil class” she needed to shout at our class but nobody cared. Disappointed and sad, she would have given up to be the monitor, but, I, another naughty boy among the class felt that she couldn’t just leave the post vacant like that, I volunteered myself to be her assistant. I called her “Little Monitor” just because of her tiny-sized body. With the effort of both of us, our class won the award of the best disciplined class soon. In the midst of the class, we’d always pass the message through a piece of note, like other childhood sweetheart, the relationship slowly ignited chemistry between us.

(To be continued)

Lonely Journey-Chp2

“Hello Sir, could you…could you lend me your…hand…phone?” she shyly asked.

I was in speechless stun, I remained few seconds calm like I was just recovered from the lightning shock, that made her shier.

Took a deep but short breath, she shyly asked again, “sorry, am I too…harsh? Could you please lend me your handphone…for a short while?”

Believe me I tried very hard to think of any answer from my paralyzed mind, but I was still remaining calm. What would automatically come out from your mind if a girl suddenly asks you to lend her your handphone which you bought by your hard-earned money? Lier? A trap? A scam?

She stopped awhile and looked like trying hard to get her purse out for her backpack. She took out $10 and put it in front of me. “I could give you $10 in return if you let me make just a call,” she asked more confidently than before.

Took a deep but short breath, I looked at her and answered a bit more confidently that I felt “Oh yes! Of course, but, you don’t need to give me $10, it’s just a piece of cake to let you make a call.” I smiled blankly and took out my handphone.

“Oh, that’s very kind of you, thank you so…. much!” she exclaimed happily like she won a big prize or just bough a pair of super nice shoes at unbelievably low price.

Took over my handphone, she’s making a call to her friend that she spoke to right before her handphone ran out with battery.

“Hello, I’m Sheena... can you hear me?” she sweet voice resonated my ears once again. STOP! Did she say that her name is Sheena just now? The name sounds very familiar, with 110% confidence I heard of this name before, and I’m sure I was very familiar with the girl whose name is Sheena before. Amazed and confused, I was flipping my memory in the past to recall who’s Sheena and linking the name to her pretty face.

“What? You couldn’t come to join me? How could you…..?” she’s in deep disappointment and almost cried. “Your brother was in hospital now? How can it be? Sorry…I’m sorry about that… ok….ok….”. The picture was clear, t sounded like her friend made an appointment with her but her friend couldn’t join her at last as her friend had something more important to do--brother was admitted to hospital.

"Ok…ok….ok, I know it." She seemed trying to console her friend.

"Please send my regards to your brother. I'm so sorry about that bad news, don’t cry my friend, everything will be alright." She's still trying hard to calm her friend down.

With her last few words said to her friend, I knew she’s caring and thoughtful toward anyone even her friend’s brother. But with these few minutes, something slid my mind. Yes, I got it. A picture of a fair and pretty little girl with sweet voice who sat just beside me in my standard 6 class was appearing and her face looked exactly like the girl who stood in front of me.

“Ok, don’t worry, I’ll take care of myself, may be… it’ll be a lonely journey for me,” she answered her friend more confidently that she felt to try calm down her friend and not making her friend to worry about any other thing. It proves once again that she’s caring and thoughtful toward anyone. But, the “lonely journey” sounds exactly like we both are on the same boat, now.

(to be continued)

Lonely Journey-Chp1

That's not a coincidence, that might be a coincidence. I met her in just a coincidence. This is how the story goes...

I like travel, alone! There's nothing much can be told about that, I like loneliness, peacefulness and calm. Instead of wasting your time to wait for your companions to prepare, nagging around your ears, complaining to the foods, the ordeal of trekking and anything, travel alone could be the better choice among the rest. However, the problem is, you're always ALONE. Somebody questions me how can I enjoy the loneliness during the "lonely journey", the answer would always be definitely YES. Ever since, the unhappy experience with my ex-.., ok, finally the truth is going to be unveiled. Ever since the hardship travelled with my ex-girlfriend, I found that sometimes, I couldn’t just find out a person who can think exactly what I think, to experience what I experience that against all odds. Until the appearance of her…

What a sunny day, and I was alone walking on the street. The street was full of the heritage of the old-fashion pre-war shop-lots and temples aligned along the road. I was holding my camera busily to catch the precious pictures of all the shop-lots and some traditional foods sold in the stalls along the roadside. I was exhausted under the sunlight, that made everyone came near to the stall to sell soft drinks, and so I. Taking a big gulp of cold soft drinks under the hot sunlight could refresh my mind. Looking at the old-fashion Chinese temples from a variety of China provinces about centuries ago, I was like being brought to the time machine to travel to the past and seeing the hawkers and by-passers in the colonial age. I wondered no girl could ever think of that to look back to how our forefathers lived centuries ago and come to pay a visit of this century-old street, the best example would be my ex-girlfriend. Quarrels, complaints, and endless grudge about how could I come to this boring place instead of some other more exciting hotspots and shopping malls, complaining the old-fashion street and temples had no attraction at all except antique would come pay a visit, and the tiring walking from street to street that her feet could have killed her. Disappointed while frustrated, I finally found that I was somewhat destined to travel alone.

“Hello….can you hear me? Hello….I….am…..here!” a sound came from behind.

That’s a girl’s voice, an absolutely sweet and resonant voice on the line with back turned to my side. Long and beautiful hair with white colour vest and pant. It’s the most common attire under the sunny day.

“Hello…can you hear me? Am I having a poor connection? Would you come?”

She spoke aloud to answer her call but nobody pay attention to her as the street was noisy all the time. Finished the last drop of my soft drink, I was about to carry on my “lonely journey”. At that very moment, she turned back to me. A pretty, young and fair girl with sweet voice was looking at me, I was stopped by her glamour in my first glance. She put down her handphone like it’d just ran out of battery, looking left and right, she finally looked at me. I didn’t know what made me turn my eyes to other side in the first connection with her eyes. That’s a strange feeling like I was shocked by a lightning.

(to be continued)