To that Him:
Although I know that you walk with a limp after that accident that you got involved in, during our separation period and before the final divorce papers were served, but when my friend saw you and told me about it, a part of my heart went out to you.
Not sure if it was pity or just a bit of sympathy for you. I am pretty sure it was an accident but can't help thinking it is karma as well as a form of 'someone' getting back at you on my behalf, punishing you for the hurt that I felt and sense of helplessness that I went through.
When my friend told me that you were alone, I naturally asked myself where was your wife? I answered myself, maybe she wasn't even in town, or, maybe she and you didn't marry for love but for a PR-ship. Yet, I know you wouldn't do such nonsense of being made used for obtaining a PR-ship, it just isn't you. But maybe, I don't know you anymore like you don't know the new me, the new me which you would never accept nor get along with. Whatever it is, I wish you well. I wish we would never ever cross paths in life. I wish we will never need to meet again. I wish, in fact, that I never met you, loved you, married you and allow myself to be so vulnerable to you. You have brought me much negative feelings and heartaches, so much that those memories of you and your hurt are deeply etched in my mind.
Sure, I have moved on and remarried, so have you. Yet, I can't let go of the memories we shared and had together, the good and bad, the happy ones and hurtful ones too...
I may not know about you, if you do think about what we used to be, the memories of our better days in polytechnic and what we used to share: that simplicity of love, but I don't wish to know. I don't want to know that also do think of us. I don't want my heart to hurt more for us and you. Don't tell me. Don't bother.
