Time heals all wounds indeed. I wondered just how angry I'd been with that someone I once loved. Three years. That is just how much time I buried him in my heart with anger.
I recalled my promise of always loving him and he lives in my heart, no matter. That was the last we met, spending mid-autumn that year as friends instead of a couple.
Today I realise I finally let go. He was an irresponsible boyfriend who probably was in the crossroads back then. Perhaps there's this ego in him refusing to share his issues which caused me to hate his guts and deal with his decision he made for us.
Whatever the reasons may be, I believe it's for the best cos presently, he's already a father. I wish him well and thank God that I've learnt to forgive and got rid the pain of anger this Ramadan.
