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To My One Friend In UW

Just now I was chatting with my friend, and at one point I said to her something like "Since I left MRSM, I don't really have any best friend who is a girl"
"Owh but there is one person I still consider her my best friend, but she is still in the US"
"and she already has a boyfriend too haha"

Then all the memories start to come back.

So this little post is dedicated to you.

I don't know when the first time we talked, but somehow we just suddenly talked to each other a lot. I know we first met at Denver (name of a classroom in INTEC), but that's all there is to it. Then, I knew about your little crush, and how was that person's feeling towards you. I ended up telling you the truth, and what I didn't know was you were crying at that time. Until last year, I really thought that it was my fault that you had to suffer with that feelings of yours almost everyday. But you never told me that it was my fault...

...Then something happened to me, and that was one of the darkest days in my life. That event made me clung to you a lot, until you were fed up with me. Remember the long message you gave me? I don't know how immature I was at that time from your eyes. Then I tried to forget about her, and did my best to move on, albeit rather slowly. After some times had pass, we talk to each other normally again.

When you knew I was going back for good, you treated me to eat Subway. Wow, we sure talked a lot that day. I know I really like talking to you, as I can tell any secret without any care, tell how I really feel about going back, can bullshit anything and we will still laugh it out.

On the day I'm going back, we didn't get the chance to meet. Partly my fault because I didn't really met everyone. I think your boyfriend messaged me first that morning saying goodbye, and he suggested me to contact you. Once again, we kept messaging back and forth. Because of what you said that time, I felt really happy and it made me what I am today: to still keep in touch with my friends. I was really happy when you said I helped you a lot (with your love life especially), especially when I thought all I did was telling you my problems and kept bugging you asking for your help.

I shall thank you too for all the memories made, and pray that you will be happy with your beloved ones. I hope you can graduate safely, and jangan tension-tension sangat okay! May Allah guide you in everything you do, and give you strength to overcome any obstacles ahead.


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