4:36 a.m.
There are days when I simply cannot stop thinking about you. Yesterday was one of them. I don’t know why but you occupied my mind completely. You flooded my thoughts, as if you were lodged somewhere in my head, unable to find the exit. This lovelorn ache sits heavy within me.
You were always so at ease in the kitchen. You loved to cook. You loved baking bread, though I never told you how much I liked buns. When Eid came around, you would make biscuits—especially semperit and tart nenas. I never really ate them. You also loved making kuah kacang.
I often wished I could visit your home—taste your cooking, admire your smile, listen to your stories, maybe even borrow a book or two to take with me. I wanted, in some quiet way, to have a small piece of life with you. Something I could carry as a memory, and return to with each passing day.