I hope you hear me

Yes, I do hope you hear me.

As I indulge in reminiscence.. Something reminded me that we were friends, like, to me, you were the best, at least. Literally, there are no words which could describe exactly how I feel about you, friend. You walk away like- we weren't friends. You don't even bother look me in the eyes & say a simple "hi". Watching you with your new bunch of friends sharing hysterical jokes, stories, secrets & outings, I couldn't help but look away as if I've never seen before, as if I've never knew you. It really does hurt, like I just pricked my finger.. or like a blade of grass just sliced through my heart.. no, no. Worse than that. The promises you made last year are still lingering in my mind, they wouldn't just go away no matter how hard I tried. Whenever I walk pass your class, the places where we met, we joked, we laughed . . reminds me of something I've ever had, a best friend, like you. The times when I used to pour all my secrets, feelings to you, the times you'd be there listening to me patiently, giving me advices without grumbling . . Even now, whenever I'm down, my cursor will always stay still at your name in my MSN list, hesitating whether I should message you or not . . & wonder if you're still the old friend I once knew, I once talked to. Reading your blog, looking at your pictures . . . sometimes I even have the urge to punch you in your face, like real hard. It's not because I'm mad, it's because I'm despair of ever made a friend like you, & it really irks me to know that you don't know me anymore. Undeniably, the genuine hug you gave me, accompanied by warmth, by euphoria, I really missed it.

Where are you? Where's the real you?
Damn, I miss you.


P/S: Though you're gone, I really appreciate you being my friend once.
Thank you.


Cause you colored my life.