Earlier today (Oct 6, 2014) I was taking my old clothes out of my closet to donate and to make room for new clothes to come. All the shirts, shorts and pants that got tattered through the years have been cleared out of my closet.. Till I found I found his shirt...
It was the shirt that he took off just to wear the red Fred Perry polo-shirt I got him for our monthsary... Suddenly a sudden rush of feelings started to come back. I was tempted to put it with all the other donations but I just had to call him..
"Si.. Hello, you finally decided to call me.."
"Your old shirt is here. Do you want it back?"
"What shirt? You miss me noh? Kay you know na I miss you too bro"
"Basta Cheng. Your shirt is here. Do you want it back or shall I donate it nalang?"
"Donate nalang na. We should go out for some drinks when your not busy ah"
I felt awkward. I thought I have fully moved on already but suddenly I just want him to feel miserable. I know its wrong for me to think that way since I was the one who ended things.. Maybe I will be forever the bitter ex. Its been 3 months and yet I never expected to feel this way. But I do not long for his arms to surround me, I guess I really just let go and that was just one of the obstacles of moving on.