One Night Stand

I fell in love with a boy. He's my Maroon 5, my Hoobastank, my Creed, my Richard Marx, my Bryan Adams, my Five For Fighting, my Matchbox Twenty and The Calling. He ain't Taufik, he ain't from Singapore Idol and neither is he from BMG. He's just a regular guy who took my heart away, left me in tears. His voice - it was made in the heavens - the songs he sang - the greatest comfort of all. He was seated right beside that bar, right beside that piano and guitar. He sang as if all was meant to be, as if he understood how I felt that night. I was unwell, sick and tired of men being so predictable, but I was lucky to have met this miracle boy who sang his way into my heart.
And to Jo, thanks for being there last night. And for lunch this morning, I have nothing left to say - it was a cold morning, but it sure felt warm inside.