I guess we should say goodbye. We gave our everything but it just doesnt work out.Maybe it is karma. Maybe it is fate.Whatever it is, I don't want to be tied down anymore.
I ve done my fair share of wrong doings.I admit it. I dont resort to certain things uninduced.
It takes two hands to clap.Always remember that.

Maybe i should head down the library to get myself a self-help book on break-ups and anger.

He just left.IM still stuck in moment of shock and regrets. I should have been there when he had his last breath . I should have went to see him, seek forgiveness, tell him thank you.

Dear kekeman/Abah oman,

Thanks for everything that you have been to me.Thanks for taking me in uncondiotionally when i was too young to take care of myself.When my parents were too busy at work.Thanks for making me feel part of your family. Thank you for being such a clown and for having an oppinion on anything and everything. Thank you for the laughs the joy you bring with your silly antiques. Thank you for always being such a sport, making everyone feel so hyped up.
I wont forget the laughter . I wont forget the tears. I will NEVER forget you.
I am sorry. I am so sorry that the first time you were in hospital, i just got out of my own 'sick period' and was getting over a heartbreak of another kind. Again, the second and final time.I am so sorry for making fun of the way you sleep and snore everytime we gather during Hari Raya. I m sorry i had the intention to take your small viles of strawberry fragrance cos it smells nice when i was 5. I still recall the smell sometimes.
Maybe one day we will see each other again and you can make fun of my hair all you want and call me 'No-rul' as many times as you like.

May you rest in peace kekeman.

your 'chief' niece,
No-rul