This Was How I Graduated

It was the last day of school and what could be a potentially beautiful evening together was butchered. The moment was ruined. I chose to be with you instead and no one else. You had to savour your ever-craving appetite so i brought you to Holland Village. It was raining and we were cold and hungry. Prior to the last paper i had been sick with temperature sky-rocketing and you were aware of that. In fact i was with you the night i fall ill. I remembered you were so worried you wanted to bring me to the doctor because my fever was no child's play. I was touched. I never knew you really cared when i saw that heart of gold that night. You even offered to send me home in the wee hours. But where was that sense of empathy and compassion on the 4th of March? All you had to do was walk about a metre or two to the stall and ordered food for us. It had always been me placing orders and paying for them. Why cannot you do that for us on the day i was under the weather? I did not even begin to complain how weak and faint i felt that afternoon. I just wanted you to be happy and tried my best to put on an excellent behaviour because you cannot tolerate my nonsense. You were stubborn and adamant. You sat there while i dragged myself to the western joint. Upon returning to my seat you asked if i had ordered your food. Of course i did. I can never dine if you do not. It had always been that way. You should know better even when i said no. You flipped and threw your tantrums again. Your temper and sensitivity was horrifying. You stood up and i stopped you despite repeating that i did placed the order. You turned and left leaving me to eat two sets alone by that road in the rain. You left me stranded. Again. I was sick. I was fucking sick.