trust.

The light left her eyes, as swiftly as it first appeared.

Hurt replaced them, filling them, drowning them unwittingly.

The fury came next, seeping into her soul and spreading, making her tremble with the efforts of not letting herself go undone.

Her eyes, they sting with the tears that she refuses to let fall.

A hole seems to have dug itself into her chest, its claws sunk so deep she could not let them loose.

She tries to smile, make lil jokes.

With a Herculean effort she pushes the demons aside.

But left alone, the waves they crash upon her, unrelenting, stubborn,

And she feels herself crumble, fall, spill over.

Her heart broke a little bit today.

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Life is a fragile thing

Mr Lee Kuan Yew’s wife passed away today at the age of 89.

It’s a sad day. I might not know either of them personally, but I’m sure we are all familiar with these two figures and their stories.

I teared when I read Mr Lee’s candid, revealing, and touching interview with NYT. He had spoken at length about his wife’s ailing condition, how he reads to her every night, how he struggles sometimes with thoughts of their good days together, his reflections about death, and that he feels he is a lucky man to have had 61 years of happiness with her. He said in that interview that he didn’t know who will go first, him or her, but he will try to keep her company for as long as he can.

Sigh, and now, so shortly after that, this had to happen.

Yes 89 years might be a long time, but it’s never enough for the ones who love you.

Goodbye to Mrs Lee and their lovely romance; goodbye to his one and only, his soul mate and companion.

I guess every love story has to have an ending.

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