Just You and Me Over Breakfast


Dear Sayang ku

You know, Sayang…

This morning during breakfast, I found myself giving advice the kind you and I used to talk about late at night, when the world felt quieter.

There was this young sister at the table. Sweet. A little unsure. And I told her something I know you’d nod along to if you were sitting right there, enjoying your roti canai like you always did.

I said,

“Marry only when you find someone you’re comfortable with not just because the world is telling you to. Don’t marry out of pressure. Marry someone who feels like home.”


And in that moment, I thought of us.

How easy it was to be with you.
How I could just be. No pretending, no tiptoeing.
Even when I was moody, messy, quiet; you never made me feel like I was too much.

You were that good man.
The kind I told her is rare.
The kind I miss every single day.

And while she listened, I smiled a little… because without even trying, I was telling her our story.
The one where love wasn’t loud or flashy it was steady, patient, real.
The one where I was lucky enough to love and be loved, deeply, by you.

You’d probably tease me right now call me the breakfast philosopher.
But I just wanted you to know… I still talk to you. Still tell stories to you.
Still carry your love into every little corner of my life.

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