Letter to Singapore

by Ria

Dear Singapore,

Seems that I was rushed into marriage with you without us getting to know each other. You seemed so keen on it, so happy to settle down and buy us our first HDB flat to live an uncharted blissful life. Your provision of material goods was not lacking, and I was pleased then.

But that isn’t all there is in a marriage.

I want to love you. I have lived with you all my life. But I cannot love someone who keeps buying me things but is never there to hear me. Your mind seems far far away, cool, calculating, even when we share a bed at night. I wonder what you’re thinking. You say to me that you know best, trying to reassure me. And I then think I did not set out to marry someone who tries his best to sound like my father. What a sick thought that is in a marriage. What a sick, sick thought that is, for any person. I’d thought that you would know, that it would occur to you, but apparently it hasn’t yet.

Grow old with me. Be my husband, not my father. And don’t dump me for some young lady with an MBA when I turn 40. People marry for ever, not just till the next hot chick comes along.

Can you really blame me when my own thoughts finally turn away from you, as they tend to these days?