Bambi.

I am back in London for the weekend, mostly to collect everything I have left at Jehki's place, all my clothes and make-up and hair products and skin care. Everything seems so final, like I'm erasing my existence in that 5-bedroom apartment. (I have a silly habit of romanticizing everything)

But anyway, we got down to talking - first time since the breakup - and it feels strangely familiar. I was about to pour my heart out before I remembered that I would be confiding to him, about him. Sigh. After all this, he is still the number one person I would run to with my problems. He is still the first one I think of whenever I need a listening ear. He is still, my pillar.

It's hard though, watching him beat himself up. If it's tormenting for me, I can only imagine how he feels. But what's done is done. I'm just working towards moving on, and I think I am. I'm not angry anymore, and I'm starting to care about him as a friend again.

At least my day was sealed with a chocolate gateau so it wasn't that bad. Hah.