The Best of Us

Jess Tang
Jess Tang
Jul 20, 2017 · 1 min read

I suddenly miss saying hi to you.

The realisation emerged from a quiet house, before I even took a sip of wine.

At first taste of the ruby red Shiraz, the memories of you unravelled like flavours of a finely crafted wine. The distinct grainy character in your voice, how you’d tilt your head to swallow, the classic arched eyebrow as your face crinkled into yoda’s… which sometimes looked like cookie monster, with playfully greedy fingers grasping at crumbling snacks.

How you appreciated my puppy-dog gaze and hourglass feet.

What I love about reds is their ability to grant me different flavours from the same glass. As time passes and the temperature mellows, a new aroma is released for relishing in an acquired appreciation of this ancient art.

You were a piece of art few knew how to admire. You donned an armour like a white knight in training while pursuing the values, principles and philosophy of what a hero is. While society was distracted by your flashing status, your good heart struggled with privilege and adoration.

You were the anti-gravity in my world. A sky-high fantasy dotted with unbelievable sights, branded into my identity. A story few would believe, an extravagance none deserved.

That day, I walked into a brand-new cafe and chose what you loved, even though you were and would never be there.

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