lately i've been reminiscing a lot about my best friend from kindy.

i still think about her often, especially when i go to my grandparents' and glimpse her block just opposite and wonder if she still lives there and how she is now and what she looks like and whether she's just as pretty as i remember her.

i don't think i'll ever re-meet her. it makes me more depressed than it should, especially because to her i may not even be a blip in her memory. still, if i could see her again, i'd like very much to be friends with her, just as we used to be. and that's something, since all i know is that she had a really nice laugh, silvery like bells, and i used to adore her so much. honestly, if i met her now we probably wouldn't recognise each other, but i don't think the way i feel towards her will ever change. and i think of her when i see the most random things - doll tea sets, baby pink, a neat plait, silver earrings, pei tong primary, people with the same name.

how odd. it's like...some vague memory fluttering at the edges of your mind, not even significant to the present, but it changes nothing because you still care about someone you met a lifetime ago.