Memori Tiga Pagi

I drove to Shah Alam the other day. It felt weird. One, that was my first time driving alone, hujan lebat, malam-malam, dkt tetengah Shah Alam. 

Two, one I only realised later. The nostalgia.

"Ooh, I've been here before lah..We had a sleepover sekali!"

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"..That reminds me, did you get back in contact?"
"Eh?" Terkejut jap. "Why did you ask?"
"Nothing, you just mentioned earlier.. Did it still bother you..?"

Tarik nafas. Lepas.

I would never say bother, but how do you truly let go of someone you care about?

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I thought about bumping into you but I also thought of how would we react if we did?

Is it gonna be a tight hug?
Is it gonna be a short warm meet up?
Or are we going to just nod and smile at each other?
Or are we going to... simply pass by one another?

And I remember you said you'd like to let people be if you were to bumped into them. Maybe that what I should do too.

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I thought I've completely accepted the fact that I might not gonna see your name on my screen, ever again.
This emptiness at 3am is telling me I thought wrong.

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They say the only way to heal is to not touch the wound.
I don't know if just letting it heal while knowing the wound comes from a huge rip-out, would help.

:/