Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all
It is days like this that Time seems to be the only band-aid that works
The only thing that dilutes this throbbing weight in my chest
And the aching feeling in parts of my heart that I didn’t even knew existed
I thought you would be the only constant in my life
The one time-tested thing that stays, when every other negligible player comes and goes
But the puppet-master has moved our names from the “potentially wonderful” category
Into the cold, hard box that’s labelled “loved and lost”
Now all I really want to do is curl in a foetal position and wait till the year passes
I was not looking for big confessions of love
Strewn with confetti and discernible champagne pops
I simply wanted you
But now I’m stuck here, making friends with the breeze
In a room that smells of cheap wine and cigarettes
About me
She can talk to you for three hours straight, making you laugh, cry or simply wanting to stab your eyes with a pencil. Meet Stephanie Gwee, a struggling Political Science student and a freelance tech and lifestyle writer, who more often than not, simply wants to sit in a corner, indulge in a bout of people-watching and sip on low-fat Hazelnut Latte.Her desire to purchase the world’s supply of Chanel bags (and her love for the written word) had pushed her to become a freelance writer for the most widely circulated broadsheet in Singapore. Having a love for both consumer gadgets and fashion, she writes for the paper’s tech supplement, as well as their fashion counterpart. Though far from achieving her lofty Chanel ambition, her writing stints help to pay for her hefty mobile phone bills.
She invites you to email her at stephgwee@gmail.com if you are looking for freelance writers or just someone to talk to. Or you simply wish to donate to the “Buy-Steph-A-Chanel” fund.
