You told me you are going away. I paused in response. Emotions took over – I rather not talked about it. I thought about our light-hearted conversation years ago.
“What’s gonna happen to us?” I once asked you.
“Like this lah! we grow old together and drink coffee.” You answered in all honesty.
Wherever is that you are going my friend, please come home and grow old with me. Happy Birthday. Oh well, I love you.