Closure.

"If I can move on from you, I can move on from anything else."

"I haven't been together with anyone for over a year. But my feelings for you lasted for more than that. I think that meant something."

"Do you remember the time we talked about soul mates?"

"Yeah."

"Wah I'm surprised! Haha I thought you've forgotten everything from that period."

"Hahaha."

Honestly, I never thought of us meeting again, much less hanging out like this.

To be even more honest, I didn't think we could talk about what we felt like it was yesterday.

And of course, I would never expect to let you know that I tried so hard to avoid you to move on from you.

I wasn't even sure if i wanted to see you again after trying so hard to stay away for 5 years from the memories that were etched so deep in my brain.

Really, I was quite taken aback when I caught myself banging the cup on the table after you told me how you ended up splitting with your ex after 6 years.

But then I realised maybe it was just me being angry just like how I would be if one of my friends were to go through something similar. Heh.

Anyway, I guess the fact that you didn't really remember stuff during that period of time kinda saved me from a little embarrassment too. Haha.




This feels like what people would probably call a closure.

Because at least it kinda wraps up things that I didn't have a chance to express the last time I forced myself to let things go.




Thank you, for giving me this opportunity.

And as I have said earlier just now,

No matter how bad things had been sometimes, the good things are what has enabled me to still remember everything.
(Or maybe it's just my excellent memory like you said. Haha.)

I have been thinking that I have moved on for a while already,

But this closure to my innate feelings is what has re-assured me that I truly have.




Good bye for real now, my melodramatic past.

:)

"You could've rolled your eyes, told me to go to hell.

Could've walked away, but you're still here."

It's amusing to me how you seem to always say "it's my honour" whenever I am being nice to you.

When actually, it seems to be the other way around.

From the fact that you still spend some time to:

Talk to me every day, when you're usually so drowning with work, even if just for a couple times a day,

And hang out with me once in a while, when many others would probably want to meet you as well,

It's pretty clear that the honour should actually be mine.

I don't know what I am to you, and I don't know if I ever want to find out.

But you seem to be willing to spare some of your daily precious time for me, and for that I am glad.

Because Time is the most precious commodity that one can spend on.