Saturday, August 30, 2014
“I hope you won’t hate me…”
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It's 3:47 a.m. I just finished work after closing a great deal. As I sit at my desk, I'm reading some old blog posts from 2014. Ten years is a long time; she's an adult now. I had been in love with her since she was 13 years old, and I still love her, even though she loves someone else. There isn’t much to write down. I had forgotten which month we broke up, but last year she reminded me—it was in mid-June. Surely, she remembers well; it was the month she met someone special. Just a few weeks before that, I listened to her story. She told me about her little brother, Fuad, who wanted to inherit their parents’ money, claiming that as the youngest, it should go to him. But their parents wanted the money to be passed down to the grandchildren for education. She didn’t agree. She told her parents to keep the money for travel or anything else—because it was theirs, not something to be given away. It was around RM200,000.
Thank you, my love, for all the wonderful memories.