Today, I went through his blog. It's still unbelievable that he started a blog, for someone who thinks it takes up too much of his time to write down what he has done. But on the other hand, he admired my patience to keep a diary.
It looks like he took his parents for a tour. His parents are good, healthy looking. When I looked at him in the pictures, he still wears the jacket that we bought together. The shirt looked like the one I bought for his birthday, the last birthday we spent together.
He probably doesn't wear them because of sentimental reasons. But has he ever thought about me some time? When he looks at the coat and shirt, would he be thinking about how he got those things?
It's not him I miss, it's the past relationship I had. We were good together.
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