That CD Shop

This if I am not wrong is the original and first store. I thought it was really clever because the shop name was a pun. It was like oh, we went to THAT CD SHOP. You know… that one.
I love bringing him here everytime he comes to Singapore. The shop is spacious and they have chosen to fit good speakers that fill every nook and cranny with melody. As I browse, I would close my eyes and let the music and lyrics take me to the rest of the world and back.
Some folks like to get away
Take a holiday from the neighborhood
Hop a flight to miami beach or to hollywood
But I’m takin’ a greyhound
On the hudson river line
I’m in a new york state of mind
It is also through this place that we got to know how different we are. He would bury himself in the classical music and I would run my fingers through the delicately produced packaging of the High Society Series (an in house production company that compiles and re-​master songs that fit into a certain genre) admiring the artwork and prints.
It is not wonder they say opposites attract. In fact we are really quite different. I used to attend a course for team building where they taught us how human behaviour can largely be grouped (MBTI), how each group behaves and how understanding this could help to improve working relations and create better output. All I could think about the whole time was trying to type him and me. Instead of asking how INFJ can work with ENTPs I was asking what kind of relationship will an INFJ have with and ESTP (much to the trainer’s amusement). You see he was the complete opposite of me.
Long story short. There was chemistry lots of it and fireworks but also on the flipside fierce quarrels as well. Sometimes the arguments would get so bad that we would go coldwar on each other. This was extremely painful because we only see each other 2 months at a time and the only way we connected was through skype and when that stops, the silence and emptiness was deafening. He completed me. Without him, it was just emptiness in me.
Today after dinner at Zion Rd hawker centre just across the street, I found myself walking into this shop again. The shop has changed a bit but I am happy to see the familiar Nakamichi players mounted on the wall for the shoppers to test out the CDs. I closed my eyes and can almost see his back facing me, in the classical section. My heart almost skipped a beat.
The sad truth’s I want no one
Unless that someone’s you
And looks like you
And feels like you
And smiles like you
I want someone just like you
Through and through
I’m forever blue
Because there’s no one else like