I was rummaging through some files to look for a bill when I came across this file. Can you guess what's inside?
It may look like another ordinary red file to you, but for me, it contains memories so precious, I would never trade it for the world. What I found inside the file, made me smile widely like a mad person.
Have I ever told you that Aien is a very organized person, more organized than me? Anyway, while I was busy looking for the bill, I actually found out that he actually kept ALL the cards I gave to him back when we were *ehems* jiwang-jiwang back then, neatly in a file.
And when I say ALL, I literally meant ALL – together with the wrapping paper, neatly folded and kept in the file.
However, among all cards, this is the card I loved the most.
Why? Because it is 100% handmade and made with love (eceh!) by the none other, yours truly. :) Oh I remember sketching the image of the card on a paper before it was put to "live". I remember driving to the art shop to get the things needed to make the card. I remember sleeping late at night and sewing the card (yes I sew on the card!) because I was running out of time and the card needed to be ready on the next day – his birthday. I remember my roommate telling me I should not be wasting my time making a card and that I should just get him a card from a shop instead. I remember not listening to her. Because he is special, and I wanted to do something special for him.
And then, there was this red box. Can you guess what it is?
It is actually a mini post box which comes with mini "love letters" that I made myself during the first few weeks that Aien and I became an item.
Reading back all the notes, letters, and cards I wrote to Aien, made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Geli pon ade jugak. I can't believe I was that jiwang back then okay. :P
But then again, why did I stop being all jiwang? Why did I stop giving him cards, shower him with gifts and flatter him with the flowery words (even A. Samad Said pon kalah ok) that I used to do a lot back then? What happened to the simple calls and texts, just to say "i miss you" or "i love you" when his day is a little gloomy? What happened to all the effort to make cute little crafts just to show how important he is to me and brighten up his day?
When I read back all the things I wrote to Aien back then, it was full of sweet promises, hopes and expectations. However, I realize now that sadly, some of the sweet promises I made were not fulfilled and I definitely owe it to him after all he's done for me.
It's true. Sometimes, it is these little things that remind us the good times we had, and why we are where we are today, and what we should do, to keep our loved ones closer to us, everyday.
We need to remember what used to be good.