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12.4.11
There was someone. This person who meant everything . You would wait at blk h carpark everytime I called. You knew how my day would be even without asking. If it was good, you knew. If it was bad, you definitely knew. And there wasn't a time when I had to hesitate to tell. And you took me on an excursion every single day be it by myself or with my friends. Everyday it was a new adventure. We had so many plans and dreams. We laughed at the silliest things. Gossiped like aunties . you spoke up for me, got my back everytime I fall. Scolded me if I drive like shit. And you were the only one who would laugh at my silliness. Finished up my sentences. Knew what i felt like eating. Everything you knew was spot on, no doubt about it. Your mum treated me like her own. And still i couldn't see. I got blind And I went away. You were always there. And this time, this time I lost you for good. This time there isn't someone there to tell me what to do when I'm at my wits end. I really don't know what to do. But you're just not there anymore to tell me what to do. There's nothing I could ask from you but be safe and happy always. I miss you, fi. I really do.

If growing up is this hard, I don't ever want to grow up. What happened to when some kid pushed you so hard till you fell and busted your knee and sorry would just make everything all ok. I wished it was that simple. I really do


Dear god if there really is something that you're trying to tell me, make it easier for your humble servant is going through a hard time.