hello, you. I am missing you.
but I cant call you, I cant text you, I cant chat you and do the webcam as usual.
and the saddest thing is I cant meet you.
so, Im just gonna sit here and take a flashback, hoping that you'll read this.
do u remember the moment when we share our story to each other every single night? it doesnt matter if its frustating, if its pathethic, if its full of happiness and joy, whatever it is, we will do the same thing after giving each other advice. its always the same sentence, "do you wanna dance it out?" then we'll do our three minutes dance. we'll turn the music on very loudly, and dance like crazy. its always the same song from years ago. we never try to find the new song because we never get bored.
do you remember the time when we like the same guy at middle school? we decided to make a competition, the winner will get him and the loser will back off. what competition? the first person who can sing this very difficult song is the winner. ost. grease, we go together.
"ramma lamma lamma ka dingity ding da dong
shoo bop shoo wadda wadda yippity boom sha boom
chang chang changity chang shoo bop
yip da dip da dip shoo bopp sha dooby do
boogy boogy boogy boogy shooby sho wap sho wap
sha na na na na na na na yippity dip da do
a womp bop a looma a womp bam boom"
I won. but me and that boy doesnt longlast. you laughed at me and I bet you felt lucky that you didnt have to be with that jackass.
I remember, you never ask me to go to doctor, or take medicine if I get headache. you will just remind me to get a cup of coffee. if its hurt soooo bad,then I need a cup of black coffee. if its just medium pain, Im okay with just latte or cappuchino. we are different. you hate coffee. you are "tea girl". chamomile is your favourite one.
I remember that long time ago, what I tell you, what you tell me, is about the kids who take my keychain, your new bicycle, or my died rabbit named bobo. we spent time by played doll or cook some rubbish. it change as the time goes by. its now about love, family, friends, and stuff. we spent time by watching cinema, or if we're too lazy to do anything, we'll jut sit in the cafe, doing nothing but read our own book on silence.
we always make time for eachother. we schedule our dating time, our family time, our school time, our "me time", and our time perfectly.
we havent reach our dream yet. about abroad schoolarship, about having a fairytale wedding ceremony, about living nextdoor to eachother when we're both married to the guy we love, and many other else. you promise that you'll let me named your baby. you said that I am a writer, so I will make a very good name.
we made plan. that you'll come here in this easter. we will go here, go there. we will meet him. meet her.
you are my very only bestfriend. I cant believe that you're gone now. I trust nobody else but you. either you are. I am the one you believe.
you are humble, and have sooooo many friends, but you decided to choose
me to be my very bestfriend while no one want to.
and me? I have no friend. its just you. and I am all alone now. uh, I miss you. I dont know how to survive now.
Its all just different after you are not here anymore.
I'll dance just by myself. I'll have a cup of coffee and a slice of cake alone. my schedule is all messed up. I'll be alone on reaching our exactly same dreams. I'll just do it all by myself.
but its okay. I'll move on. I have to move on, right? you want me to move on. I'll try. even if its hurt this bad.
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