My Singtel line quietly expired after midnight.
After 14 years, there were no goodbyes, see-you-arounds.
One moment, you were there.
The next moment, gone.
Just the WIFI and the air-con.
And the hollowness that replaced the warm spot you used to sit in.
On the ledge, at arm’s length.
The first thing I reached for in the morning.
The last thing I saw before I slept at night.
You were like an old friend.
Who saw me through school.
Through the different seasons of my life.
Through boyfriends, exams, job interviews.
Holidays, breakups, weddings, funerals.
My navigator, my entertainer.
So this is my eulogy for you.
Because even though you had your screw-ups.
Your fuck-ups, your PMS-es.
We grew up together.
Creating and deconstructing things.
Exploring and discovering people and places.
You made it much more interesting.
Much more rich, exciting, connected.
Thank you for being part of my life.