I was greeted by these 4 words when I opened an email from a friend this evening. Expecting more, I was a tad dissapointed. Had it come to this? We used to have so much more to say to each other...so much more...
L and me were going out back in College. Student Councillors, we pretty much saw each other 24/7. At first, she thought I was a thug and flirt. L, on the other hand, was a Cadet Inspector fresh out of a premier co-ed school. No mean feat for a girl, albeit a tomboy. Strange bedfellows I would say, but we still got together, somehow. She liked the fact that I was a cheeky hoodlum in school, I was enamoured with her sense of individuality and control.
We broke up 18 months and 23 days into the relationship. The 17 year old rationalisation back then was that we were better off as good friends than lovers. Cute! But not before indulging in 18 months and 22 days of bliss as soul-mates, ECA-mates, library-mates, canteen-mates, phone-mates, bus-mates and errrr..fun-mates. You get the idea :))
I never forgot L. And i think she never forgot me.
4 years ago, L told me that she had broken off with her university sweetheart and fiance of 2 years. I had mixed feelings back then. On one hand, it reminded me of our own breakup, but on the other, I was happy because I never really liked that beefcake. L had fallen madly in love with her CEO, a Swiss gentleman with a family-owned Chateau on the outskirts of Geneva. A young and handsome CEO I may add, not the typical gargantuan chow ang mo with a fetish for asian girls. I know because L showed me photos of their holiday in Spain when we met for coffee. He looked, well, pretty decent. Ok, he looked super good, dammit!
So 3 weeks ago, L emailed me. Actually, she sent it out to a few close friends and confidantes. She had gotten married at a little chapel in a quaint hamlet nestled in the Swiss Alps to Mr CEO. After the obligatory congratulations and well wishes, I settled down to view the photos that came attached with the email. Absolutely sumptuous and picturesque. The rustic cobblestoned chapel was a perfect backdrop to L in her flaming red hand-sewn nonya kebaya and Mr SwissCheeseFondue in his dark, immaculately-cut Ermenegildo Zegna jacket. Alot of the photos were also taken by L. She always had a way with shutters and apertures.
After looking at the pictures, I had a strange and sudden urge to say somethings I had long wanted to tell her some 15 years ago as 17 year olds. So I crafted a nice, relatively long email dead into the night. And concluded by saying how i thought her wedding shots were really gorgeous. That was 3 weeks ago...
Her reply....Glad You Liked It...