John...how can I start describing him. Because to describe him is to unearth the feeling I thought I had buried long time ago. To describe him is to describe myself years ago, in a city of Bangkok, when I was young, foolish and ambitious. The moment our path crossed, I was charmed by his sad eyes. He was the oasis in a middle of a desert, the anchor supporting me from falling down into an unknown abyss. He held my hand in his, soothing me, assuring me everything was going to be all right. And true enough, everything fell into places right after. I was in love, I was happy. Our craving for fast life was enhanced by Bangkok's night life, boozing and drinking till dawn..I was invincible and thought this life would go on forever and ever. I was grateful for his care and love but what I did not realized he was battling his addiction with women and alcohol at the time...If I think of John now, which I try not to, is with a feeling of dread. But he is synonymous with Bangkok, which I love so much and as a result, I cannot avoid thinking of him, whenever the thought of this wonderful city arises. After all these years, I know he is still in Bangkok, I can feel him. And no matter how much is the temptation I make no attempt to contact him because I know I should simply stay away. I realize now there is something broken behind those sad eyes, like a tiny crack in a diamond that becomes visible only when viewed through the magnifying lens, which is normally hidden by the brilliance of the stone... 

Wow...

Yeah... WOW!

Well put.

Another story of a man chained by Western culture for so long going nuts with freedom once he has been unshackled.

Good writing.. that's 2 for 2..

I know the feeling

so sweet ka :D

Well said.

Good writing.

sweet and bitter memory...

cool A: yeah..wow

condotown: or a woman for that matter

GM: what happen to our 3 in 1?

Geee: butt of course

soda: not as sweet as your smile

Admin: amen

Bushi: thanks

Fujico: that's what make life worth living

Beautifully written

There are quite a few Johns in this town.

I bet there are Anyway, thanks for the compliment, Neo

p.s love you in Matrix

Impressive writing!

Reminds me of Steven Leather's writings.

Nice words with deep emotions thanks for sharing!

Sad but true..So many western men in Bangkok are like that. They are trapped in temptation of women and alcohol. And before they know it they become old and living in empty room, no real friend, no real love, no money and bad health...Who to blame other than their unused and tiny little brain !!!

I wish I could write something so beautifully like this