An ex flame just told me that he was going to return something (by mail) that was given to him when we were together. That was almost two years back.

The relationship had ended on a bad note though we did start talking again eventually. The aftertaste of the relationship, both sweet and bitter, had lingered for more than a while. In the initial stages I was reluctant to let go of the memories. Then it just sort of stuck around in my mind and popped up in familiar places as and when they liked. This was compounded by the fact that in a familiar setting, only he was gone, the rest of the scenery and people remained where they were. Bits and pieces of him were scattered everywhere. I did admit that, on the rare occasions when I deliberately thought back on those moments, they could be somewhat fuzzily warm.

There were times when people thought they were invincible to any emotional involvement with ex partners, be it from memories or the things that the latter said/do. As I grew indifferent and with only very occasional contact, I thought I was through with him and his accompanying brethren of sticky memories.

It was only 3/4 true. When I did meet up with him again I remembered why I had liked him before. But after all this time the misty sheet of love was well, lifted, and now any kind of feeling I had toward him was (believe it or not) no more that of a good friend.

For this I was glad. Whether he was just being nice to me as a diplomatic stance or a genuine gesture, it didn't really matter much. He just got himself a girlfriend and with a management trainee position, it was all good going for him.

Things between us were concluded a long time ago. It should stay that way. That was why I told him just now, to just trash the stuff.

Some things are never meant to be kept.