Was afraid the rain would spoil the plans, but luckily it stopped just in time.
Arrived at the beach close to midnight, with nary a visitor in sight. Actually, there were, but it was too dark to see. Sentosa looks totally different in the dark.
Found a nice little hut cum shelter to put down our stuff and food - turkey and log cake and drinks.
A few invitees didn't turn up and coincidentally, I asked someone to come along. Should have ask more people as we have lots of unfinished food when we left this morning.
It's a different way to spend Christmas eve, away from the crowds, the lights of the city, the noise of the vehicles. I never like countdowns; people stand so close to each other that they can smell what the other had for dinner.
Which explains why I have never been to one at KLCC or Bukit Bintang or wherever.
Most of them, I have only met once. But it was fun, to see them again.
We joked, we laughed, we made fun and teased each other.
And I told him, finally.
It's never easy to break the bad news. But I suppose truth hurts, untruth hurts more.
I am more used to being down, rather than doing it.
Which probably explains my hesitance.
I planned to do it some time later, after I come back from KL, but someone said that now was as good a time as any.
I was wrong to have misled him, to have given mixed signals or worse still, hope.
I am really sorry for that.
Admittedly, the attention was flattering. It was nice to be cared for. It was touching to have someone buy dinner when I was working late.
I actually did try. For the past two weeks, I did. By going out, watching movies, dinner, the book I got him .....
But these things can't be forced, can they? Deep down, I knew what to do, but it was the doing part that was difficult.
Thanks to someone, I was given a little push to just say it.
To just do it. To just let it out.
And I did.
I felt better after that. He did too.
He's a nice person. I can even say that he is caring to a fault sometimes. He deserves someone better who can appreciate him for who is.
More importantly, we are still friends.