Tonight is a night full of rumbling longing in the chest. When my mind was carried away by the invention of a letter in the past. There is a slip of longing attached to this day. I'm just trying to normalize all these pains through a series of words. Because, only this can make my heart relieved.
Seventeen years ago, when we were in junior high school. You give me a happy feeling that I can not forget. A letter you wrote on white paper with blue stripes. You sent me a letter that essentially wanted to spend the days with me. Friends in joy and sorrow. Sharing whatever happens in our lives. At that time I gasped, because at first I just think you're a regular friend. Just say "hello". However, after the arrival of the letter, I try to respect your wishes. Until time goes by I feel sympathy for you and promise to share the story together.
Although friendly, we always share the story through a piece of paper coated with an envelope. Every day we share stories on the sheets. It is not impossible to tell the story in a real way and face to face, but we are engrossed in our own world, more comfortable talking through the row of letters. Until we do not realize, our letters are increasingly piled up with various stories that color our friendship. There is a set of laughter and tears in it.
We do not care about the scorn of other friends who tell us like this,
"For what to write, meet every day!"
They may not be the elect, we are the choice is not it? Like two crazy people writing stories with a myriad of questions. Hehehe..
Until time changes everything. You chose to go with your new friends. You never replied to my letter until now. You're so comfortable with your new atmosphere, without thinking about my lost feelings coming to you. Losing your figure. Losing the momentum of our friendship.
I'm getting worse when you no longer care about me, when you've known love. You have no time to mingle with me. All you know, just him. The thief of your heart. Nevertheless, I try to be heartened. Sincerely sincerely. In your heart, I hope you are happy with your love. As your friend, I do not want to be selfish, you have a right to be happy. For me, letting you live the days with him is a process that is not easy, but as long as you are happy, I am happy.
In the end the process of continuing education separates us, we begin to walk each. However, I try to fold the distance with you through the simple communication. Not as intense as the beginnings of our friendship, because I know you're busy, me too. Each of us pursues the ideals and dreams of life.
Until now, there's really no word about you. There is a trail but I can not follow it anymore. Either I'm too sensitive or you choose to bury our friendship. Ah yes, maybe you've forgot the exciting stories that ever happened between us. Or maybe you're the one who really is not going to tell any more. Because it seems that I'm just busy trying to find out about you, only I'm busy dialing your phone number. Then, only I am busy to share stories with you and then only I who miss with our friendship.
I want to fold the distance to meet you, my best friend. I really miss you. It feels too pathetic if I myself expect you to be the same person, as it once was, like the beginnings of our friendship.
Can you teach me to forget the moment of the story of our friendship?
Oh yes one more thing, I just want to say, thanks for you have been a very meaningful person in the episode of my life. May happiness always be with you my best friend.
