Whatevs
It’s always interesting seeing how differently people remember the same relationship. I guess some people turn memories into lessons, and others turn them into content. I think it’s flattering, honestly. Not everyone gets archived in someone’s writing long after they’ve left. Some people disappear quietly. Some become chapters people keep revisiting.
Either way, I don’t really feel the need to defend myself against someone else’s version of the past. He’s free to write whatever helps them process their emotions. That has more to do with where they are in life than where I am in mine. Morover, the people who actually know me have never needed an explanation.
I genuinely wish him well, though. Writing about me, must mean I left quite an impression. (Di kepala gw pas di kasi tau) if telling the story that way helps him sleep better, who am I to interrupt healing?
Still… being talked about that passionately after all this time is a little poetic.















