It's, the Night

I looked upon the sky, tonight, the stars shining bright in the sky.

It reminds me of the night where I am looking at the same sky with the same shining star in the sky. It’s 1st of Jan 2009, as usual I’m testing my limit of alcohol consumption again aiks, fail to get myself drunk again =P the sky with some blinking stars is always the best. That’s the day I sent You a simple text, wishing You Happy New Year. After I reached here, that was the first time I texted You. I know, it’s not because of the alcohol that made me do so, it’s the sky.

I can never forget the night, about 2 a.m. in the middle of the night. I came back from Your house with a broken heart and I saw someone crashed his car just outside my house, and the guy is so drunk that he thought he had already reached home and sleeping comfortably on his bed. With his a/c on and unsure whether he’s hurt in the accident, I lodged a police report and woke up my parents. We tried so hard to wake him and when we started worrying, my neighbour came in play and successfully wakes that guy up. Well, luckily the police never shown up due to some complication of my address. I never told this to anyone else, even You. Simply because this made me feels like I saved a life just because I went to Your house and leaving at 2 a.m. that night. It makes me feel that at least I did something right that day.

After the incident, I stood on the balcony with my mum and started to look up to the sky. The weather will be bad tomorrow, because I remember You told me, “if the sky is red in colour, there’ll be a great storm tomorrow”.

That night, the moon is hiding behind the cloudy sky and barely visible, the stars are hardly shining and the darkness of the night was lighten up by the redness of the sky.

That night, I spent a long time looking up to the sky.

The night was so silence, yet so hurting. That was the night, mum was beside me, saying nothing until I get on bed.

I remember the sky, I remember how it looks like, I remember how it feels looking up on the sky holding back my tears. I’ve always wanted to tell You and share with You how beautiful is the sky at night, but I no longer have the chance to do so.

Hope someday, when I look upon the sky, what I see is only the sky, the sky without You.

Wish to ask You, do You like the sky as much as I'm loving it?

*Picture of the post edited from album of Fiona Fung