At the eleventh hour, before the "Ah-Longs" wannabes struck out, I betrayed the plan. Against my better judgment, I called him. Somehow, I still refused to believe that he is so rotten through and through. And I didn't want everything to get to a point of no return. Ah Long friends literally questioned my loyalty until I want to squirm into a hole.
He asked for extension, I agreed; took his word for it and made no further advances. I honoured my end of the deal. I promised to give him room and I did. I guess there is no point to corner him if fhe is already in a difficult situation - you kow, adding salt to wound.
Yesterday, he called. He fulfilled his end of the promise, and thanked me for trusting him.
It may seems silly to some, to still trust a man that has proven himself to be totally untrustworthy. But my heart was whispering to me and I couldn't ignore it. And as much as I want to deny it, I still care about him, despite all that he has done to me. There is no way to have loved one so deeply for an entire year and to be entirely unperturbed about his being now.
I don't think we can ever be lovers again, and it's probably best to leave things as is - communicate only when there is a need to. But from the bottom of my heart, I pray that he will be well, that no harm befalls him, that life treats him well.
But it feels good inside - to know that we are not enemies, although not entirely friends, and I guess it feels good just to be a nicer person.
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