i actually have done a lengthy, full with emotion but not too detail confession about him - my ex.
i read it over and over again. then i found that what i wrote is too sentimental to share it with others. but here goes, a bit of it....

i kept his wedding invitation. sweet smell, gold lining, beige colour. i even remembered his father in-law's name. put it on my small cupboard beside my office desk. everyday would stare or at least get a glimpse of it, inintentionally or willingly. the day i received it, i SMSed him, something like a friendly friend shud say to her friend - thanks, dah dapat surat saman awak. congrats!

he don't have any idea how long i've taken (to think over and over again just to draft the SMS) to drop him that friendly-ordinary-platonic SMS. and i even felt crazier when he ACTUALLY replied - thanks. but one can never forget the one he once loved.

that's it. now i found out why i can't forget him. tried harder, it came closer. greater. cling to you like i don't know what. those memory is history. nobody can change it. once in a while, i shall know now that those dreams of him would resurface again, in all kind of colours and plot, and i hope it won't be too disturbing and had my day ruined.

his wedding invitation card? discarded in the bin, lonnggg time ago.