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.