Losing someone does not necessarily mean actually being at loss.
Sometimes you gain instead, it's weird but true.
I've made tons of great friends throughout my life and made loads of fond memories; inside jokes, sleepovers, non stop texting and OTPing, (ok I just realised how OTP has evolved from On The Phone to One True Pairing this is not cool cant shippers find another acronym)
petty fights which lasts 2 minutes, future plans and crazy imaginations.
And these are the same friends I have lost, one way or another, either circumstances made us impossible or we somehow let go of each other.
Really though, looking back I see nothing but happiness.
I mean come on, we made a great team once upon a time.
Totally kickass.
I had fun having them as my sidekick in my life story and I definitely enjoyed being their sidekicks in their stories.
Just thank you for ever being in my life.
Life is too short for hard feelings but sometimes reversals are hard.
I do pray that they are doing great, achieving their dreams (which were once part of our plans to see each other fulfill and being there every step of the way), being the person they've always dreamt of being (or better), having a fulfilled and happy heart and most importantly taking good care of themselves.
Sometimes I wished I still had them, in times where I get so happy and that only they will be as excited as I am, or in frustrating times in which I just know I can count on them to get mad on my behalf.
Sometimes I imagine what life would be like if I still had them around; how different (or paradoxically, not different at all) life would be.
Other times I submit to the fact that perhaps I already overdued my stay in their lives, that both our purposes are met and so we level up by separating.
(omg why is this post getting so emo it is supposed to be calm, nostalgic and a bit sweet but it's- ahh whatever ahahaha)
But to these friends I have loved and lost, rest assured i'll always remember us.
When I read back old diaries, blogs and facebook statuses and revisit our crazyyyy memories,
When I hear a certain word or joke that immediately brings me to an exact moment we shared,
When I hear a song or see our photos or eat a certain food and experience a certain scent that reminds me of you.
You have touched my life in a way only you could and for that I am grateful.
No matter how many books we write together, or how many scenarios we come up with at 2am, no fiction can come close to the bond we shared.
Just... have fun with life.
Though i'm not necessarily checking up on you, I wish that perhaps if I see you one day, we'll be able to smile at each other, even if there's no hellos involved.
The best thing about Singapore is that it is small enough for this to actually happen.
The worst thing about Singapore is that it is small enough for this to actually happen.
Lots of (never will expire) love,
Me.
Adeu ^^
