A Good Friend

I miss the friend I used to have, that I know when I was down and shattered into pieces I could count on that person. Things I told that no one else knows. The first who knew about a big decision I had. Though I failed, that person tried to put me up.

I hope that person still reads my blog. And through this, I hope that person knows that I would be here through time. Though time and place sets us apart, I will be here. And I will remember to smile.

I will never forget that time when that person brushed my head. It was the nicest thing to do, thank you – though you know I have been undergoing lots of troubles and you too. I hope my presence then made a difference and I hope I made you happy in a short amount of time.

But now, I hope, we could just go back to what we used to be. The good friends, whom I could count on in the middle of the night, especially when I am all alone… Someone who could hear how much it hurts for me to be alone and would stay until I feel a lot better... Someone who’d stay the night to help me through my troubles… Someone who won’t bother to put me in that person’s busy schedule... Someone whom I can call whatever time of the day… Someone whom I can tell basically everything… I really appreciated it- especially the time. I don’t know if it matters to you – but it matters so much to me - thank you – I really felt someone cared for me as much as you do.

Btw, thank you for being a good friend. And I know you are always there.