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Wednesday, September 24, 2008

when we deal with the terrible turns of fate, we think about the origins of our relationships. we were only 7 then. happy. carefree. without care of money matters. of anything, anyone. we were so young. so happy. too happy.

you left to another school. another estate. we no longer lived near each other. we no longer squabbled. we no longer were close.

and now, you left for another world. an unknown. someplace we might someday know. you left too soon. you were too young.

glad for the times we shared when we were but 7. sad for drifting away. for forgetting birthdays. for not saying hello when i still had the chance.

how we grow up to forgo our younger happier days. we grow up and away from the people we depended on, loved and played with. we keep growing away.

the pain is gnawing at my heart. we lost our lives when we lost our innocence. and amongst the bustling crowd, i lost you.

rest, my friend. they say you're already in heaven. wait for us. we will remember you and we will meet someday again. like how you always like to meet up with friends. this time we will meet and we will meet again and again.

with love, my dear li wei...
-cheryl
12:40 AM





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