It's been the 3rd week & I'm still not healed. I've been taking to the bed & slept for super long hours & everytime I sleep I don't know if I'll ever wake up. I'm too young for that kind of scare now I guess HAHA. I wish I get well sooner.
I've been busy with outings & work. Friday night chilled at tanjong pagar, had my favourite chilli pasta with my new colleague, Qi yuan & shuai quan. Oh yes my cousin is back!!
Saturday I heeded my friend's advice. They said probably some
exercise would heal me. But I played badminton for 3 hours, yet my cough still is as bad. Sigh. Why won't I heal 😭.
Oppa, I'm sorry I'm so weak. I never used to be like this. I used to heal faster. Maybe your leaving was right, because if I'm sick I can't take care of you, I don't want it to be the other way round, a man shouldn't trivialize over small matters like this. Maybe another girl with a stronger body should fit you better.
Now I see it better.
But i dreamt about you. That you were here & took care of me, brushing hair off my forehead gently & you planted a little kiss. With your loving & sweet voice, I heard you saying "it's all gonna be okay my love...you'll get well soon"
Then i wake up to the truth & become all kinds of sick all over again. I must be too sick that I hallucinate & am so delirious.
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