I dreamt of her again today. It was so vivid, that I woke up half expecting to be in a room 3 times the size of the hall and twice the size of the other room (her room is not that big, the other rooms are just shoe boxes). What I loved about her place was the connecting toilet between both rooms. The connecting toilet wasn’t the selling point, the lack of doors to the toilet was what really sold it.

A classic case of what might have been had I chosen the path less travelled, instead of taking what ever is more certain. Maybe if I had been less risk adverse, things could have been so much more exciting. But then, till I actually cross paths with her again (if ever), this is nothing more than another what if.

2 posts in 1 day, to avoid having the number of posts to be 444. What can I say, still the china man at heart.