Missing piece

La, there are so many things I want to ask you, to tell you, to share with you, to show you... I wish I can tell you all of these whenever I see you in my dreams. Unfortunately, I can't.

I wanted to show you my hair after the impulse haircut I had and see your reactions but I can't.

I wanted to bitch with you about all the things that stress me out such that I decided to have that haircut but I can't.

I wanted to share with you the happiness of the success of my FYP event but I can't.

I wanted to show you the coverage we got in the local papers but I can't.

I wanted to ask you about how you felt many years ago when you were about to get married but I can't.

I wanted to ask for your opinion if I should get married and if I do, when do you think is the best time for me to get married but I can't.

I wanted to ask you if marriage scared you but I can't.

There are things that one can only share with one's mum, there are things that one can only share with one's brother, and there are other things that one can only share with one's sister. And that's where the missing piece is.

And I can't get it back.