By 11 p.m., I tucked the kids into bed. I read them a story, and within half an hour, they were fast asleep.
Finally… I had time for myself.
I quietly moved around the house—unpacking luggage, tidying up whatever I could, and settling small things here and there. The silence felt unfamiliar after a long day.
There's still so much to figure out. Their schedules, school, extra classes… everything. Being a mother means always thinking ahead, always planning.
But now… alone in my room, the silence becomes louder.
And somehow… it brings me back to him.
I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling.
Why is it so hard to move on?
Six years… and yet, I still think about him like it was yesterday. I wonder what he's doing now. Is he married? Does he have kids? Is he happy? Has he already moved on?
Why haven't I?
I've stayed away from social media all these years. I was too afraid to see the truth—to see him living a life without me.
And now here I am… back in the same country as him.
What if I meet him?
The thought alone makes my chest tighten.
I let out a long sigh.
Why am I still like this…?
Closing my eyes, my mind drifts back to one of our sweetest memories—back when we were just friends.
"Hi Anna, do you want coffee?"
By the time I saw his message, 15 minutes had already passed. I had a habit of silencing my phone, especially at night—and worse, I always set it on Do Not Disturb from 10:30 p.m. to 6 a.m.
I quickly replied.
"Ahhh sorry! I didn't realise your message. Yes, yes—I want! Can?!"
"Can. I already bought one for you. I'll drop it at your office. I'll text you when I'm near."
"Okayyyyy!"
Fifteen minutes later, he texted again—he had arrived.
Without wasting time, I grabbed my phone and replied, "Okay, I'm coming now!"
He was already downstairs at the lobby, waiting in his car. He didn't even get out—just reached over and handed me the coffee through the window.
"Here, your coffee."
"Thank youuuu! Don't you have an appointment later?"
"Yeah. I'll head to the office first, then prepare to go out."
A car started honking behind him.
"Okay, okay—go! Bye! Take care. I'll message you later."
"Okay, bye."
And just like that… he drove off.
Back at the office, the moment my colleagues saw the coffee in my hand, they started teasing me.
"Wah… expensive coffee ah. Special delivery somemore."
I just smiled, trying to hide how happy I felt.
Now, lying here in the quiet of my new home… I can't help but smile at the memory.
How I miss those little things.
Having someone who cared. Someone who showed up… even for something as simple as a cup of coffee.
And maybe that's why…
It's so hard to forget him.
I turned to the side, pulling the blanket closer.
"Enough, Anna… stop thinking about him," I whispered to myself.
Tomorrow is a new day.
A new life.
But deep down… I know this isn't the end of our story.