It is really great.. wait.. awesome.. to hear from a person you have lost contact after so long, right?
This friend of mine, was a good friend during my primary school. Though we have lost contact throughout the secondary school and college times, an online call made just recently, it made me feel so good.
the warmth, and the laughter. though we haven’t seen each other for so long.
that friend i have when i was still a kid. who still remembers how i was when i was in class. the dedication i’ve put during the school years, the tantrum i’ve thrown to get what i wanted, the fights i’ve started but refused to end them. The silent treatment to anyone who just pisses me off. Hah!
that friend, who still remembers the color of my bike, and the road to my house. and even the shortcuts we used to get to another park. such vivid memory. I thank you, friend. i am truly sorry for keeping my distance for so long. thinking that all my old friends have forgotten me while i try to make friends in a foreign place. where i studied for 5 years, but still there were empty spaces, not knowing who to look for, to share my dreams and fears.
i thought i have friends there.. but since i was in my second year, people there hated me. too young, yet too unfortunate.. i know there’s rumors going around saying bad stuffs about me. (those who know or at least remember, i am entrusting you, with the worst experience i have there.. please do not tell..).
to you, who started this rumor, and you, who just had to tell everyone though you can always come and ask me first; i will find it in my heart, the will to forgive you. but i may be forgiving, it is not as easy to forget..
though the stupid rumor was not true. but i know people hated me for that. and somehow, i felt the need to be distant. I have never shown my true colors when I was there. Honestly.
But I thank you, friends.. and teachers.. who appreciated me, and needed me. I know I couldn’t have survived the 5 years without you.
Especially you.. who kept me strong, though the tide is huge, and the sun is blazing wild. Who came looking for me, at my room, or my class.. because to you.. I mean something. The small gestures actually mean a lot to me. Thank you.
And to you, syg.. for always having to put up with my tears when I tell you stories of my time, there. Terima kasih. Sungguh saya sayangkan kamu.
Tuhan, kuatkan sekeping hati ini!
