Boomerang

Coming up in the lift after supper with Dongting at Yong He, I lapsed into reminiscing. I thought about the time we had dim sum by the road at Geylang. We were truly happy then; I remembered the way she looked at me then, the same way she looked at him that night I saw them at the void deck, when I knew I had lost her.  Like I was telling Cali the other day, it's like a boomerang. There really is little point looking back, for all the happy images replayed in your mind, during those brief moments in which you are seemingly transported back into time; then it all comes spinning back, reality and what has come to pass, it comes back and it hits you.  Like a boomerang.