It is February again. A new month. The future feels unsure in that familiar way, like standing at the edge of something you cannot yet name. Valentine’s Day is approaching, and with it comes that quiet wondering of who will plant flowers in your garden this year. Tonight, I keep thinking about you. You all the way in Kuala Lumpur, doing whatever it is you do when you disappear into your own life. I think about our call, the way it lingered longer than it needed to, the comfor

There are moments when you realise how easily you would have chosen them. How little convincing it would have taken. One message. One missed call. One soft apology whispered through bad reception. You would have packed your life into a small suitcase and told yourself it was romantic, not reckless. You would have boarded a plane with your heart beating faster than the engine, rehearsing what you’d say when you saw their face again. Not the big speech. Just something simple. I

The year ends quietly, not with fireworks, but with you sitting somewhere familiar, scrolling through memories you did not ask to revisit. A photo. A song. A sentence you once wrote when you were sure you were becoming someone else. You thought you would feel different by now. More certain. More settled. Less tired. Yet here you are, standing at the edge of another beginning, still carrying questions you have learned to live with. This year asked a lot of you. It asked you to