Three years ago when he left, his rough and unkempt hair covered his ears. He was childish and looked like a boy who had just attained his youthful charm.
He faced the midday sun, dragged along his ordinary luggage and waved at her from the school gate.
He had said, "Xuxu, I won't be coming back for the next three years. In the meantime, please treat yourself kindly and take good care of yourself."
Back then three years had sounded like an eternity, and the uncertainty of whether she'd forget him pounded in her heart. Would she forget him by then?
She returned to her hostel room in tears and wanted to beg him to not leave.
However she was certain that she couldn't hold Ah Heng back from his dreams, she couldn't be so selfish.
In the blink of an eye, three years have passed by unexpectedly.
