After all these while, I have let go. That very last straw. I should be angry, but I can't seem to be. I'd still wonder if we can talk like how we used to. You always shut yourself out from the world when things happen. I tried, knowing that it's all ended for you, to talk to you, to show my concern, but what I got was the fact that we could no longer hold a conversation at all.

But you know what, on this Christmas, I received those words from you, totally unexpected. And what I've been thinking for the whole of today was, hey you still remember my existence. That was enough to make my day. I could re-read those words again and again, they might mean nothing, but I do treasure them. It might take time, but I certainly hope that there will come a day where we can have a proper conversation together again, like how we used to.