An old friend.
POSTED ON: Friday, 14 March 2014 @ 21:47 | 0 comments
Those regular days were
unnoticeable and here we are already, March 2014. Went through my posts and saw
my March 2013 entry. It just made me quite starstruck. Lots of things happened.
A lot. Since you went away. Since you last texted me. Since we last met. Since
you last said my name. Since we last laughed together. Since our last chat.
Since you last tweeted me with those typical heart-touching sentences of yours.
I realised it has been 3 years.
I wasn't actually dedicating this
entry to you but somehow March reminded me of you. Heard that you're coming
home this March. I couldn't help it but keep asking myself how you're doing
& how my mind wouldn't stop recalling our memories. I miss you and
sometimes I just feel like it's wrong. It's wrong to miss you after all I did
to you. I'm sorry. I really do.
Guess what I miss the most? How I
used to have a real bad day and you came and asked me the reason. I told you
almost everything. I asked for your help and you practically did everything for
me. You always had a pocket full with advices. Me on the contrary, was the
worst friend ever. I still feel like waiting for your text after I got homed
and tell you my bad day. You're always there to listen to me. I thanked you a
lot for that.
I remember your last
heart-touching tweets to me. I found myself scrolling back those tweets
sometimes. I told you I was the worst friend and I didn't deserve to
be one of your sweetest memories. But you told me otherwise. Why the heck were
you always being nice to me? You told me I could change, but keep us permanent
in my mind. I'm going to admit, we will be one of the most permanent things in
my mind. You were the first nicest guy I've ever met. Thank you.
How are you doing? Are you okay?
Don't you miss home? Don't you miss going to school? Do they treat you well? I
heard about the sergeant thingy, was it you? When are you coming back? Why
didn't you text me anymore? Why didn't you reply to me? If I tell you my
problems, would you still listen? Will we still be friends? Will you still stop
and say hi to me? What are you going to do once you're back? Are you going to
continue form 6? Do. you. kinda. miss. me. too?
Come home, lulu.
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POSTED ON: Friday, 14 March 2014 @ 21:47 | 0 comments
Those regular days were
unnoticeable and here we are already, March 2014. Went through my posts and saw
my March 2013 entry. It just made me quite starstruck. Lots of things happened.
A lot. Since you went away. Since you last texted me. Since we last met. Since
you last said my name. Since we last laughed together. Since our last chat.
Since you last tweeted me with those typical heart-touching sentences of yours.
I realised it has been 3 years.
I wasn't actually dedicating this
entry to you but somehow March reminded me of you. Heard that you're coming
home this March. I couldn't help it but keep asking myself how you're doing
& how my mind wouldn't stop recalling our memories. I miss you and
sometimes I just feel like it's wrong. It's wrong to miss you after all I did
to you. I'm sorry. I really do.
Guess what I miss the most? How I
used to have a real bad day and you came and asked me the reason. I told you
almost everything. I asked for your help and you practically did everything for
me. You always had a pocket full with advices. Me on the contrary, was the
worst friend ever. I still feel like waiting for your text after I got homed
and tell you my bad day. You're always there to listen to me. I thanked you a
lot for that.
I remember your last
heart-touching tweets to me. I found myself scrolling back those tweets
sometimes. I told you I was the worst friend and I didn't deserve to
be one of your sweetest memories. But you told me otherwise. Why the heck were
you always being nice to me? You told me I could change, but keep us permanent
in my mind. I'm going to admit, we will be one of the most permanent things in
my mind. You were the first nicest guy I've ever met. Thank you.
How are you doing? Are you okay?
Don't you miss home? Don't you miss going to school? Do they treat you well? I
heard about the sergeant thingy, was it you? When are you coming back? Why
didn't you text me anymore? Why didn't you reply to me? If I tell you my
problems, would you still listen? Will we still be friends? Will you still stop
and say hi to me? What are you going to do once you're back? Are you going to
continue form 6? Do. you. kinda. miss. me. too?
Come home, lulu.
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