So I am still around.

The last guy I dated has 2 kids now. I went to his daughter's birthday party just recently.

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I'm an idiot. I know.

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The thing is, he texted me like, "Hey hi. Where are you?"

And I went, "I'm in KL. Why? What's up bunny?"

And he told me about the party. And I was expecting you know like this huge party with lotsa people. You can imagine my surprise when it was just a small gathering. His parents-his wife and kids-his sister and husband and a kid-the parents' 2 friends-and me. Oh and our roommates when we were in uni. With his family.

I was like, What.The.Bloody.Fuck.

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His sister greeted me at the door with, "Heyyyy, lamanya tak jumpa?! Kenapa lama dah tak datang?" Ermmm... Should I tell her why tho? Anyway, they were still nice. His mum and dad included. And I felt so fucked up back then. I should pay a visit to them every now and then. My mum raised me well, and I felt guilty so suddenly.

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When I came home that night I felt worse. I shouldn't call him bunny. He's not my bunny anymore. It was a habit I should have immediately change. I should move forward and not lingering to find out if things could be changed. If he is happy. If we could work...

I am not that person.