Thanks Steven

Steven was someone who really, really liked me then.
He gave me a Giordano jacket and I never used it. I kept it to collect dust and just for memoir sake.
One day my mum took it away since I have no good use. I was a lil disgruntled but again I really have no feel for the guy and his stuff. The least I could do is to respect it by not touching it.
My mum never use it anyway, she just thought it would be good if she's going to China during the cold season.
Today, I decided to use it.
My office is so freaking cold that I need something that's really warming.
That jacket is made for that purpose and I decided to make use of it.
It has been like 5 years(gosh!I was only 18 then?) and some memories just doesnt stir any emotions anymore.Besides it was not my emotions that were stirred.
Now that jacket is just a jacket. I guess everything else wore off with time, especially when it doesnt belonged to me in the first place.
Dont get me wrong, I do appreciated everything that was given and done, understand the pain and hurt..But I guess that's how life works out.

You hurt some, you get hurt.
You give some, you receive too.