The man that I used to love

Some friends and cousins have asked and wonders what my (love) story is like.
I never told them the truth, until only recently, when I feel like ready to open up..

I used to have someone I cherish in my heart, long ago.

I like him, long before I know that that was what called "love", a different kind of feelings than how your parent, families or friends ever gave you.

Yesterday while doing some housekeeping on my old things, I found his letters,..
(well we are indeed can only connected by letters -old fashioned way, huh?)
Made me smile, because he only gave me great memories, only wrote good words, and inspired me to be only better than I was.

Who I am now is the part of what the feelings he made me feel.
We cut connection because he get married, and I accept the bitter truth that we are "takde jodoh".

If he still read my blog, I wanted him to know that I am thankful for his existence, felt sorry for what I ever did and never done, and I still thought of him during my tough time (he was my personal remedy, sokongan yang menjadi kebiasaan).

Reconnecting again may not give us the same feelings like how it was.

And I may never love the same..