Today I thought of you exceptionally a lot.
I realised that, you still care about me.
I realised I miss talking to you, even though I try so much to deny it.
How have you been doing?
Are you reading this?
Maybe I should leave this here long enough, till you're ready to acknowledge it.
People tell me the issue is, perhaps, that you mean too much to me.
I don't know, really.
Because I don't even know how to define you.
A thousand of awesome terms I could use -
Brother, Gorgor (the way you would spell it), best friend, confidante
I think I'll never be able to forget the friendship we shared.
The numerous calls I made to you in the middle of the night,
just to let you hear my whimpers.
The times you told me I'm worth so much more,
& the time you sacrificed time meant to study for SPA just to talk to me.
The times I was down & low & you would come out to meet me upon receiving my call.
The times you were worried if I was fine or not.
That one time two years back when I was angry with you
in which you did not hesitate to apologise,
even though it wasn't even your fault.
The many (or almost every) deepest darkest secrets of mine,
which I believe have stayed within you even till now.
& many more instances, do I need to say more?
I like talking to you, not cause "you look like a santa claus"
I just like you, there's no explanation for it.
You're my friend!
No, not an ordinary one, not just a good one,
but one who's been through
(for real) thick & thin with me,
rollercoasters of emotions with me.
You are part of JOYFOO's life.
Will you talk to me again, please?
Love you too, Kim. <3