i've been trying too hard to destruct myself from thinking, from writing ABOUT IT from even believing, from crying, yet i just keep having these flashes of thoughts like:
i always knew he'll be back one day and perhaps i'll go meet him at the airport, yet i never ever thought he'll be back in a box !!
i'll never get to go to my best friend's wedding,
i'll never teas him again i'll never find someone to have a childish silly conversation with someone to listen to me while i sarcasm every detail of my day..
i don't know how to feel, i mean yes i'm chocked,
yet i am more sorry for him than i'm for losing my best friend,
i feel stuck in the middle , i'm loaded with eight years memories , that's too much to tell and too much to forget...
i always wondered why he mailed this poem to me once, i guess now ,i found a place to put it and a situation that suits it
"It was beautiful as long as it lasted The journey of my life.
I have no regrets whatsoever save the pain I'll leave behind.
Those dear hearts who love and care...
And the strings pulling at the heart and soul...
The strong arms that held me up When my own strength let me down.
At every turning of my life I came across good friends,
Friends who stood by me,
Even when the time raced me by.
Farewell,
farewell my friend
I smile and bid you goodbye."
i didn't and won't shed any tears for I need them not All I need is your smile.
I feel sad for you're no longer here
you live in the hearts of those how loves, i remember that and i know you never dead.
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