This is a storyline inspired by a line in the song "The Freshman" by Verve Pipe years ago. It says "we always talk of our lack in relationships."
Scene in Pulau Ubin. A girl and a guy sitting under a tree, just before the beach, in the day, looking out at sea, very relaxed and talking. They are very good friends. They joke about their lack in relationships. But nothing serious. They are now parting and saying goodbye to each other, going to join/back to the real world. They know they connected on a very real and deep level all along, in their earlier, teenage years, or through some incident, but now they have to part. But what they had would never be erased. I could almost feel the salty sea breeze, see their dangling brown legs, their hands cupping a steel mug of coffee or hot beverage, hair tousled, slightly tangled cos they are washed without conditioner, skin slightly salty and sticky, but both are healthy, relaxed, happy and intensely focused on the conversation, which has taken on a deeply personal and philosophical tone, the stuff of sharing dreams, things deep within their beings. They feel they have committed some part of themselves with each other, shared this deep part of themselves, and found a liking for each other, an easy companionship at the deepest level. It is like, both know they identify with each other in that particular area, that noone else in the world has yet been able to. Both have a carefree, noble feeling, of uprightness, of non-materialism, of easily looking for and valuing things deeper than beneath the surface, indeed, almost scoffing at things on the surface. They know the moment they open their mouths, there is instant if not almost immediate understanding, and support, and empathy. Both are brave souls. Both dare to be different.
But now they know their honeymoon period is over. Whatever it is, they must now say goodbye and enter the harsh and less than perfect world. And years later, when they meet again, they will both be successful, have the veneer of success on them, but when they glance at each other, there is that instant connection again, a tug recalling them to where they were before, and a return to reality, the core them that never changes, except God who changes people. I don’t know, would this make for a good story?
