Farewells…

 

He received an update in the group that she was moving places. The text was a bit cryptic and didn’t reveal where she was headed nor why. It just invited them all to join her one last time and sing at the church. She apologised that she wouldn’t be available for personal chats or meets. 

He did go, like many others - several closer to her than himself. The singing session was a success. She shared an emotional message of her journey,  that she would miss the place and people here and hoped she would be back again soon. And left. 

She was one of those who he fancied. He wasn’t sure he liked her because of the hugs, or if it was more than that. He didn’t have the courage to flirt with her, even though they met often at parties and group meet-ups. She and he had invited each other over when they’d hosted dinners for their group. She always gave him a warm hug. He had felt the entire world’s sorrow and trouble could melt away in that long, personal and warm hug. He had many times felt the hug must never end. 

Remembering those moments he sent her messages on whatsapp - personally and not in the group. “Hey S...! Wishes for a new beginning and great journey. Will miss your hugs. Wish there was more time to meet up and connect”. 

The response came a tad late and he regretted he had sent the text. “Hello there! Thanks. But I seem not have your number stored on the phone. Sorry. Is it J.....?”

The old melancholy ‘Alice’ played on in his mind. 

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