We met on a dry, dusty and windy January afternoon; the gleam of sunshine piercing through the windowpane could shatter glass impenitently.
The first time I laid my eyes on you everything stood still for a moment and the intense look in your eyes spoke silent words too difficult to decipher at the time; ever.
Enclosed between us was love that knew no bounds.
When I held your palm in mine, they fit wholly in each other’s like a customised glove.
The velvety feel of your skin always felt like touching a soft ball of wool, your scent distinct but quite akin to lavender.
In less than no time, I discovered we were so alike just like two sides of a pod, a shell or crust; acquaintances attested to this fact and emphasised it.
I was your ‘Ti-Ti’ and you were my ‘Ne-ne’,
I remember how you used to accompany me about the especially when you were hungry.
I miss you Ti-Ti, it has been almost three years since I last saw your innocent chubby face and I cannot wait to see you soon…