It's beautiful people like you, who get whatever they want.
Promised that I would update my blog on the 16th January 2012, even though I have tons of revision
and stuff to do, well I made time to update! (:
Well, today is a very very special day. I hope she's happy today. I hope she's contented. Is she still fine? Is she eating well? Even though we haven't talked for about.. 4years? I do miss her. In fact, I couldn't stop reminiscing bout' the better days we've spent.. laughing, playing, heart-to-heart talks, midnight chats, and going home together.
Yeap, like two peas in a pod, we were once best friends. Well, couldn't say she treated me like one (Will explain later on).. because I was more of her follower, and maybe that was the reason why I severed ties with her. I just couldn't stand being treat badly before. Though I held on pretty tightly before I cut off all ties with her. Because even though there were the feelings of feeling lost, forgotten, agony, misery, I felt happy, elated, cherished, and most of all, loved. Which pretty much feels like you are a toy doll. Your human takes care of you everyday, you feel so happy, like never before.. you felt like this could never end.. but then it did. She bought another doll, even prettier, and just ditched you right under her bed. You can't do anything but feel depressed and lost, but even though you felt the worst feelings in the world, you continue to love your human, hoping one day she would wake up to her senses and realise that she treated you badly, and start taking good care of you again. But no, she ditched you. She ditched you. She didn't need you anymore. As many times she told you off, you still cling on to her like super glue. And in the end, you got yourself hurt so bad, you finally decided to let go. Why didn't you do that earlier, Anabelle?
Back to the 'Couldn't say she treat me like one (best friend)'. Even though sometimes she could be the best companion to be with, when she had temperamental problems, she vented it on me. And I let her. Because I thought that was what best friends are for. I've never felt so stupid. So dumb. Don't ask me how she vented her anger on me. Even me, myself, don't wanna ever go back to that day. That day when I have had enough, and we ignored each other.. a day.. a week.. a month.. and slowly a year.. and who would ever though.. 4years.
I thought I could find another friend like her, but she was different. Perhaps she was different because of THAT much of memories we've collected together. I couldn't possibly let go all of it. Because she lived in the same condo as me, it was easy for us to meet and hang out. We never fail to meet each other at the playground when we were primary 4. We would play catching with all the boys right after school. I'll be home around 7+ and get scolded by my grandma and my mom as a usual basis. There was one time we found a cat and we named it Miruku. Ah, still remembered it clearly. Bought vending machine milk, 80cents and after the school bus trip, we poured a bit on the floor in the staircase and left the half full milk bottle on the floor. Guess what? The next morning, the milk mysteriously disappeared.. but the bottle was still there. And the weirdest thing was, the bottle was still standing up, and at the same position as the previous day! God knows who drank it.. x.x
I just feel loved when I'm with her.. like I'm really treasured, and cherished. Whether it was, her tying my shoelaces for me, or putting her arms around me just to sneakily take my nametag off without me knowing (she likes to do that), or bringing a coconut up to her house and trying to crack it open with scissors. Hahaha, and we love to shake the coconut and listen to the mouth-watering juice moving to the way we shook it. I just wished we could talk again.
Kay, I sound so much like a lesbian now. But no lah! It's just friend-friend love, a love that's so strong, as strong as a man-to-woman's love. But I just know I don't feel anything but friend love towards her, cause there was once we fought outside her house for like 3consecutive days, right after school? And I mean literally fight. We loved to fight for fun. She likes to do most of the punching, and I did most of the kicking. And we were THIIS close to kissing each other already, yet I felt.. no hormones raging, no crazy heartbeat.. only this warmth feeling, knowing my best friend, was the bestest friend I ever had.
So..
Happy Birthday
perhaps next year.. and the next.. and the one after that.. I'll still be wishing you a happy birthday on this day.