simplistic and quaint.

it's been more than a year. slightly more.

strangely, on the actual anniversary itself i didn't feel much. i barely felt anything.

like i observed before, it happens more in obscure moments. like tonight-

i ate a lonely late dinner again tonight.

came home late from doing art in school.

once again, like most other nights where i eat lonely late dinners (though i don't eat lonely late dinners on most other nights), i thought of my dad, and visualised him sitting in his usual spot.

and each bite of food felt awkward in my mouth.

i started thinking of all the things my dad and i would've done together if he were still alive, in the future. like maybe after ib, or ns, or uni. go fish. go exploring. go do something father-son like. then as i had a family- three generations bonding, him, me, and my children.

i started to miss the good ol' chats we used to have.

we never really chat about anything in particular.

but they were good nonetheless.

simplistic and quaint.

good chats.