Unfinished Puzzles
In another life I am not halfway loved. My mugs and bottles never run out of water. I never know the price of petrol, highway tolls, or the fastest route to go home. Bills are paid on time Both sides of my bed are equally warm. Dogeared books, lego collections, and unfinished puzzles scatter throughout the house. Assorted worn clothes are stacked haphazardly in the laundry basket, waiting to be cleaned with the same brand of scented detergent. New toiletries are stacked in a special cabinet under the sink: my serums, your shaving creams, and our shower gel live in harmony before they eventually get taken away to be used. In another life I am not full of longing. Our yearning has a finality. A happy ending. Filled with wanted surprises, bleary-eyed discussion over salt bread and bubur ayam , bickering over the moral standing of certain fictional characters, sharing one set of pajamas, and frequent trips to one grocery shop thirteen kilometers away for that specific brand of yogurt and a...