Fragment: A saved Note dated 20 September 2008.

From a saved Note I'm planning to remove from my phone shortly.

I'm not sorry about our relationship ending. I knew it has ended for some time already; we lasted 3 years but the relationship already ended before that. Maybe on that day we argued at the cinema, or when you decided to stay at my ex's place instead of waiting for me to get us our place. Or maybe it happened even earlier. The rest of the three years was mostly a lingering

I think I still remember what I wanted to write, back then. The form of what I felt and wanted to say still lay in my memory, like an unfinished art project I decided to abandon. It took too much effort to write and it stirred so many things I'd rather stay still. September was a little more than 2 months since we broke up, and I was still terribly hurting about it.

And then I decided to stop and kept the draft stored in my phone, hoping I'll finish it in a day or two. But the day or two dragged to weeks and now the draft is just another block of text clinging among my Notes without any clear purpose. It's just there.

I will probably never finish it and besides, my view of things since September has changed a bit. Time is another sort of distance where one could get a different perspective.

If one was told he did so many things for someone and that someone was grateful for it, one thinks about two things. This is just me thinking in general and hypothetical terms. I do that too often. But still, I wonder.

Why wasn't it enough.
What was the thing that was not done and was missing.