I still thought I had put you behind.
I still thought I had no more feelings for you, only fond memories.
I still thought I'm better off without you.

But no.

Whenever I see your posts on Facebook, I can't help but click on your name to keep updated with your life.
You've changed so much from the time I last saw you.

Now,
You no longer have your boyish charm, but you've grown to be a man.
You were no longer tall and skinny, now you're big and buff.

And

You no longer had any more feelings for me.

I guess God have His way of helping me forget about him too.
I try hard to preserve whatever that is left of him,
Pictures, videos, texts, gifts, comments on Friendster.
All of them are gone. I don't know how but I managed to lose all of them.
Reformated the computer without saving a backup copy of your pictures and viedos, lost my sim card with all your texts in it, misplaced the only gift from you, and Friendster HAD to delete my comments.

I remember how I use to cry when I know you were leaving for National Service cos then I won't get to spend time with you.
The long phone calls with you till 3 in the morning, pouring our hearts out, two people very much in love with each other.
And yet when we meet each other, we will just sit there without talking, not wanting to disturb the silence between us for we are content being in each others' arms.

From "The Notebook" by Nicholas Sparks:

It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox.

I don't know what I will get writing all of this things about you. I just needed a place to let out my thoughts, to tell the world how much I still love you today. Yet, I do not have the guts to tell you in the face, for I cannot face the truth, of you telling me that you've moved on and what I'm gripping on now are only bits and pieces of the past.