Last night, I was reading through our old chats again.
Not because I missed you.
I was actually looking for a piece of information. A document that I thought I had sent to you before.
I searched.
Scrolled up.
Searched again.
Still couldn't find it.
Then I started wondering.
Did I send it as a document?
Or was it a photo?
Or maybe I never sent it at all?
So there I was, scrolling through old photos, trying to find something.
But instead, I found something else.
A photo.
A photo that meant absolutely nothing to me back then.
I had seen it before.
I had saved it before.
But I never really looked at it.
Now somehow, it feels different.
Interesting.
Like something worth keeping.
Funny how that happens.
The photo only existed because of something so random.
Or maybe not random at all.
Maybe it was Allah's plan all along.
Back then, I texted you first.
Not because I was looking for you.
Not because I had anything important to say.
But because other people were looking for you.
Missing you.
Asking about you.
So I sent you their photos.
Just for fun.
Just sharing.
Just one small thing that didn't seem important at the time.
But now when I think about it...
If Allah hadn't moved things the way He did...
That message might never have been sent.
That photo might never have existed.
And there might never have been a photo with both you and me in it.
I was looking for a document.
Instead, I found a memory.
As I kept reading our old conversations, I found myself smiling.
The random chats.
The silly jokes (macam ade.. 😅)
The everyday stories.
The things that seemed so ordinary back then.
I never realised those conversations were slowly becoming a comfortable place for me.
At that time, I was tired.
Tired of dealing with everything around me.
Tired of dealing with myself.
Tired of pretending I was okay all the time.
And somehow...
You showed up with laughter... Words that make me smile...
With distractions.
With little moments that made things feel lighter.
Only now do I realise that every message, every reply, every conversation was quietly building something.
Trust.
Comfort.
Connection.
Slowly.
Naturally.
Without either of us noticing.
And if all those little moments never happened...
Maybe we wouldn't be here today.
Putrajaya.
Such a beautiful place.
People rushing everywhere.
Walking.
Running.
Living.
I wonder when I'll go there again.
Not for work.
Not for errands.
Just for a brisk walk.
To enjoy the view.
And maybe enjoy the memories that came with it.
Maybe one day.
I'll set up my tripod there.
Wait for blue hour.
Wait for the sky to change colour.
Just to capture Putrajaya as beautifully as the memories it gave me.
Always be my fave place.
For now though...
Time is being very jealous.
Because...
Cyber is kinda better these days.
Hahaha.
Lots of love ♥️
C Ya When I C Ya 💜
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