I watch my brown flats take steps across the glossy white tiles, pulling my weekend bag behind me as I check my phone for the fourth time. Thank god I'm back on flat land; sitting for thirteen hours, at thirty thousand feet above the ground, is long enough. If only Gabe was here because I'm stuck with a five-hour transit at Terminal 3, Singapore Changi Airport while I wait to go sky high again. What the heck am I going to do with myself for five hours at the airport? I don't particularly like duty free shopping, and I can only enjoy surfing on the internet for so long.?Oh, what the heck. I walk a bit faster, eager to check out the shops. Let's see what the airport has. Fifty-five minutes pass and I would be happy to never look at souvenirs, key chains, and calendars again. I bought a pack of hand creams for mum, a polo shirt for dad, and a silk shirt and belt for Hansley. Tristan's gift is already with me. I wasn't planning on getting him something, but as soon as I saw it, I knew

I turn away from him to face the bar, poking the ice in the drink with my straw. He said he wanted to keep it professional, but he's talking about it. And joking about it, no less. "Sorry, too soon?" He finally says, his tone slightly edgy.I pause for a moment, lost on how to answer. I can feel him watching me as I keep my focus on the glass. "No, its fine," I take a quick sip of my sip.He looks relieved, "Thank god""It's not like it was that good," I mutter under my breath, but loud enough for him to hear. "Excuse me?" I can hear the disbelief in his tone.Boy, it feels fantastic to insult him, even if I'm lying. "You heard me." He's the recipient of the coldest glare I can give him while holding back my laugh.I can practically hear him grit his teeth, and he pours the rest of his whiskey sour down his throat in one swift movement. Not the best idea, how much has he had to drink?Slamming the glass down on the table, he looks at me. Eyes blazing. "No one has said tha

I walk up to the door, dragging my luggage behind me. I grab my keys but before I insert it into the keyhole, I stop. Even though I have only been away for three weeks, my place won't be the same now as I last saw it.Adam won't be here anymore, his presence and essence will be completely gone. I live alone now, and when I walk through the door it will be real. Come on, just open the door. I was going to have to deal with this eventually. Taking a deep breath, I insert the key and turn right, entering the well-lit living room. It's still all there the deceptively real looking pink hydrangeas on the hall table, the soft tinkling of the wind chimes out on the patio. The creamy yellow paint centres the room, adding another level of brightness normal white paint cannot achieve.Taking in a subtle scent of lavender, I look at the large diffuser sitting next to the pink hydrangeas. It's good to be back home, my home. A modest two-bedroom unit in the suburb of Stanmore, it's infused

The heat must be making me delirious because I heard him ask if he could stay with me. Here, in this dingy and hot motel with the crusty carpet and stinking of curry and potatoes. I heard him wrong, surely. "Come again?" "Don't make me beg, I really don't feel like begging to stay in a place like this." He arches an eyebrow, daring me to do otherwise. "Why, aren't you staying at the Purple Lotus?" Where normal people like Gabe are staying, and gladly accepted a free upgrade to a supreme deluxe room, instead of declining to come somewhere like here. "Believe it or not, my booking got messed up. I was supposed to have been booked for three adjoining rooms, but it only got booked for two. Since you didn't take your room, they gave it to someone else. I had the choice of either sharing a room with Gabe. Or stay with you." He looks at me longingly. "Of course, that was a no-brainer."Eep! Given the way my heart is brimming with electricity right now, I'm happy with his decision. "O

Two days pass and things are coming along smoothly, more than I expected. The meeting with Father Michael went as well as can be expected. I am able to check off a comprehensive list of what I wanted to confirm off him. The church has already organised the banns, and he has provided a copy of the church bulletin for me to review. We have gone over the ceremony run sheet and it looks like a very spiritual ceremony. Consisting of five biblical readings, Prayer of the Faithful, nuptial blessing, and prayers, the church has also reached out to the performers who will be singing Morning Has Broken and Ava Maria. The priest has been very helpful, providing assistance in revising the ceremony programs, which I intend get printed for Yvonne and Terry to review. I'm feeling better about this wedding; it doesn't hurt that everyone has been incredibly helpful. I just have to fill in the blanks.After the meeting with Father Michael, I head off to the large printing shop on Rama IV Road to