though it’s only been a few days,
I already long for your wonderful taste.
and just so you know, it’s killing me.
but I guess you’ll never understand this agony.
you keep me coming back at your door.
that never happened before.
if only you knew
how much I crave for your ma po tofu.
and singapore fried rice too.
but you just don’t have a clue, do you?
oh yao kee!
how could you do this to me?
please come back soon from your vacation.
for you’re the only one who can give me satisfaction.
wait,… did I just write a poem about a chinese takeaway? sometimes I myself am surprised by the extent of my weirdness.