Another piece i’m storing here….I didn’t finish it…I fell asleep while typing it…we missed our flight you see and had to wait for something like 12 hours or something…
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They say you could capture a moment in a picture. From the person’s expression to his gesures. But I think you can capture a moment in words. In fact, if you do it right…you capture everything - the emotion. The emotional moment. ANd I shall attempt to capture that…

…The moment when I first met her…
There she was behind the glass window. She stood there with her friends. After what must have been an eternity, we figured we’d step through the glass and share the warmth of the room…And in that time, we introduced ourselves and shook hands. Yes. We shook hands. For that brief moment, everything else became immaterial. Her voice mesmerised me. The touch of her hand struck me deep - it was firm but it was gentle at the same time. You know how you get that feeling when you have something lodged in your chest yet you can’t really put a finger on what it is? Yeah that was it. In a desperate attempt to get a grip on myself, I must have stuttered out my name "Ridz" with my "R" being rather incomprehensible…But that was it. In that moment I found her, I already knew I was going to lose her. Her fingers loosened the grip and in about the same time length of time that it took me to lose-my-breath and breathe, it was over. She stood behind an invisible wall. In fact, two. While the first one would be broken down with friendship…the second was one I erected. A wall that was meant to defend and protect - me. How do you allow a heart to love when love had broken it into a thousand pieces before? Be happy that it didn’t break into a million? Haha. Not funny.