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.
