Seven years of mixed feelings
Seven years already Diane. Can you believe it? From a blink of an eye and I've already met you for seven years. I remember back then when each year passes, I would write you an essay or long passage but I'm not going to do that anymore. I haven't done it and I doubt you'll even read it anyways so I'll just express what I have in mind here. I can't believe we've met for this long, because somehow as each day passed, we are gradually drafting apart from each other. I haven't talked to you in months and it doesn't seem like you'll talk to me either. I can't even remember the last thing we've done together or talked about anymore. I can't believe I still think about your happiness even though we've grown so far apart from each other. I can't believe you're still the first person I think about when I'm in trouble or upset. It's been a really quick seven years. Those days at dyker feels like it just happened yesterday. When we first meet in the hall and how I "punched" you. Like how we promised to be best friends forever until we grow old and look back at everything and laugh at it together. We were so young and reckless back then, haha. Soon, you'll be off to college and when college comes, my chances of seeing you goes from slim to even slimmer. I don't know when I'll be able to see you again, but I hope you're doing fine in life. I hope everything is going well and I most definitely someone is making you happy everyday even if I'm not the one doing so. I miss you.
